Dragon of the West (Iroh)

Once a general, now I sip my tea,

Wisdom in the flame, let my past be free.

Zoo-ko’s lost, but I light his way,

Through Bah-Sing-Say where the dragons play.

Call me Iroh, the fire within's tamed,

Burn scars on my soul, but I’m not ashamed.

Tea in my hand, scars in my chest,

Lost my son, found my quest.

Spit heat but I breathe control,

Not rage, just a burning soul.

Lightning redirect from a quiet heart,

War tore me down, but I rose in part.

I fought Bah-Sing-Say with an iron fist,

Then I sat in silence — my son I miss.

Dragon of the West, not just a name,

Learned from real dragons, not glory or fame.

Taught Zoo-ko that honor ain't found in war,

It’s sipping tea behind an old shop door.

Pai Sho pieces, wisdom tight,

I bend with peace, but I still can fight.

Breath of fire, hands stay calm,

Soothe your soul like jasmine balm.

Storms may rise, but I stay still,

Chee flows clean when you bend with will.

Let me guide you through this heat,

Where power don't mean that you must defeat.

I trained a prince, but I raised a man,

Taught him to question the Fire Lord’s plan.

Spirits whisper through the steam,

As lotus blooms in midnight dream.

Lost my son, but gained a cause,

To teach that strength comes with pause.

Zoo-ko, my boy, don’t chase the flame,

It’ll burn your soul and scorch your name.

Bah-Sing-Say held my pain and truth,

Buried memories, war-torn youth.

Now I serve tea and offer light,

To those still blinded by the fight.

Breath of fire, hands stay calm,

Soothe your soul like jasmine balm.

Storms may rise, but I stay still,

Chee flows clean when you bend with will.

I’m not the general that I used to be,

But I’m still the dragon — wild and free.

Through jasmine steam and setting suns,

The war is over... but the healing's begun.