The Mist Dragon

The fog dances in the wind,

Until it is called,

By the angel.

With a heart of pure light.

She summons the mist,

And uses it to protect her world.

The angel calls for the Mist.

Hoping it would run to her as before.

But the Mist has grown lonely,

It grows bored of waiting,

In the skies, walking on the clouds.

When shall my Mist return?

Asks the angel worriedly.

The angel's heart glides as she sees the fog,

Returning with the light,

Glowing and shining like a diamond.

It is a white rose, Blooming in the light.

Soaring in the sky,

The Mist Dragon has returned to its summoner.