The dragons buckled up, the fires burning, all over the wildlands. At the Crack of Dawn, The cinders blew high, Reds and Yellows, Burning in those deep mellow eyes, Weary, yet hopes held high, The dragons got prepared, For their revival, To finally end their doom. TITANIUM FORGE AWARDS [2020 JULY- SEP] [] OPEN [] JUDGING current cover and forms -dankbot header DarkwizardessAll Rights Reserved