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In a world of colors uncommonly seen,
A tangerine glow, a cinnamon dream.
Where a dragon so mighty, with fiery breath,
Unfurls blood-colored wings, defying life's death.

Its scales shimmered like a cinnamon sky,
As it soared through the heavens, way up high.
Majestic and fierce, its power unbound,
A creature of legends, mysterious and profound.

With eyes like Magic, deep as the night,
It possessed wisdom, depths beyond sight.
A guardian it was, protecting what's rare,
Its wings carried hope through the skies with flair.

Beneath its wings, a kingdom thrived,
Nature's harmony, the dragon's guide.
For its blood-colored wings held ancient tales,
Of courage and love that never fails.

Marveling at the sight, the world stood still,
Mesmerized by the dragon's fiery will.
Its wings painted stories across the land,
A tapestry woven by its divine hand.

From crimson valleys to mountaintop peaks,
The dragon embarked on whimsical streaks.
Colors blended, vibrant and bold,
An artist of nature, heavens untold.

Tangerine skies embraced the twilight,
As the dragon soared with all its might.
With cinnamon dreams, it painted the night,
A masterpiece of beauty, burning bright.

And so, the dragon with monarch wings,
Brought forth magic that the heart still sings.
In hues of tangerine and cinnamon's grace,
A legend of colors, forever embraced.