The Drowning of Shadow
The Extinction of the Shadow Dragon
Lightning comes from Earth to sky.
From the hands of wizards, two-legged, man.
Shadow Dragons struck from the heavens.
Some undone by lightning.
Some undone by fall.
Few survive.
Their magic chamber fractured, their gift stolen.
Untamable magic.
Thieves undone.
Unembodied Shrieks.
Waking nightmares given.
Unwilled flights to nature’s breathless places.
Wood, dirt, star’s empty place
Desperation
Stolen magic sealed away
NOT ENOUGH
Drowned in ocean depths.
The last five Water Dragons retrieve.
From the hands of wizards, two-legged, man.
Shadow Dragons struck from the heavens.
Some undone by lightning.
Some undone by fall.
Few survive.
Their magic chamber fractured, their gift stolen.
Untamable magic.
Thieves undone.
Unembodied Shrieks.
Waking nightmares given.
Unwilled flights to nature’s breathless places.
Wood, dirt, star’s empty place
Desperation
Stolen magic sealed away
NOT ENOUGH
Drowned in ocean depths.
The last five Water Dragons retrieve.
Fates Woven in Legacy and Battle.
The Magic Chamber
A sanctum of living bone, harder than the spine of the world. It holds the dragon’s gift—not as a vault, but as breath made form.- Composition
- Living Covenant
- Fracture and Consequence
- Legacy of Pain
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Author's Notes
This piece was shaped in sacred collaboration—with breath, grief, and legacy. It echoes the fall of the Shadow Dragons and the fracture of their living chambers. The taxonomy and cadence emerged through iterative reflection, honoring the emotional logic of pain, theft, and mythic retrieval. I offer this not as a complete truth, but as a shard—one that may resonate differently with each reader. The final line, “The last five Water Dragons retrieve,” is not a resolution. It is a tether. To memory. To stewardship. To the dragons who still feel the pain within the Blood Stone. May it serve as a relic of mythic grief and a whisper of hope.