The storm prophecy

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THE STORM PROPHECY

High in the sky

Where blue dragons fly

In lightning and storm

A forgotten tribe hides

Shrouded, unseen

A threat lurks below

Where prey run and hide

And dark birds crow

Refuge is waiting for all those in need

It will answer to any that it's call will heed

It will become visible on the darkest day

As a beacon to the dragons who have lost their way

Save the sky, the tribe, the lie

And as one, save the wings of light

The dragons that flee

From the dark of the night

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