Dragon in Dots

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In the deep of night where dreams are spun,
A dragon rises with the morning sun,
Not scales or fire, but a vision caught,
A creature born of multicolor dots.

Each dot a spark, a starry gleam,
Weaving together a dragon’s dream.
Ruby red for a breath so warm,
Emerald green for its twisting form.

Sapphire blue in a graceful dance,
Amidst the gold of a fiery glance.
Lavender hues for wings that span,
Across the sky, a vibrant plan.

No roar it gives, just a silent glide,
A tapestry in the heavens wide.
With every color, the dragon grows,
In a dazzling light that softly glows.

It weaves through clouds, a fleeting trace,
A rainbow serpent in endless space.
Yet when the dawn breaks, the dragon fades,
Into the mist where dreams are laid.

But in the heart where colors reside,
The dragon waits on the other side,
To rise again with the evening's plots,
A myth reborn in multicolor dots.