Dragon fog

There’s talk in the air—Seattle’s under siege. I’m on my way.

In the heart of Seattle where the rain meets flame,

Two dragons lock eyes, sparks crackle untamed.

Scales clash like thunder, roars shatter the street,

A city on the edge where the myth and metal meet.

Fire in the skyline, wings in the night,

Let the dragons rage in a blazing fight.

Seattle’s got a legend where the rain turns to steam,

In the battle of the dragons, let the whole city dream.

When that fog rolls in thick and the dragons start to prowl,

The Gulf Coast Cowboy rides with a grit and a growl.

On his mighty Clydesdale, he cuts through the mist,

Steel-eyed and ready, no legend can resist.

From the shadows steps our cowboy, boots on steel,

Lasso swinging in the moonlight, you can tell he’s real.

With a grin and a tip of his hat, he joins the fight,

And those dragons don’t stand a chance when he rides in tonight.

He’s the Gulf Coast Cowboy, fearless and bold,

In the heart of the battle, his legend is told.

When the dust finally settles and the night’s all done,

It’s the cowboy who stands tall, and the dragons on the run.

Come on, old dragons, face the Cowboy in the haze,

He’s got Southern steel and fire in his gaze.

In the foggy streets of Seattle, where myths come to play,

The Gulf Coast Cowboy keeps the shadows at bay.

The city’s safe tonight, but I ride on. More dragons out there.