Nikulas

Nikulas a name given to him from the land dwellers below. He is Graceful and deliberate in his movements, he glides through the night sky with a silent, ethereal grace. He is known to perform intricate aerial dances, weaving through the curtains of light as if choreographed by the heavens themselves. The dragon's presence enhances the intensity and brilliance of the Aurora Borealis in its wake.

In the realm where night is eternal,
A dragon named Nikulas, sublime and infernal.
Bathed in hues of the celestial ballet,
Through the Aurora Borealis, he'd waltz and sway.

Nikulas, a creature of scales aglow,
In the northern lights, he'd put on a show.
His wings, an iridescence, a living prism,
A dance with the stars, an enchanting rhythm.

Beneath the canvas of the cosmic night,
Nikulas would take his celestial flight.
With each beat of his mighty, echoing wings,
He'd soar through the lights, where the ethereal sings.

A serenade of colors, a dance in the sky,
Nikulas pirouetted, reaching new highs.
His breath, a gentle, luminescent mist,
A radiant sigh in the cold, crisp tryst.

Through curtains of green and veils of red,
Nikulas moved, where the spirits tread.
A dance of magic, a celestial embrace,
In the heart of the Aurora, he found his space.

His eyes, twin galaxies, sparkled bright,
Reflecting the stars in the arctic night.
Antennae-like tendrils, soft and refined,
In the luminous dance, they gracefully twined.

In the hush of the Arctic, where wonders unfold,
Nikulas, the dragon, a story untold.
A creature of whimsy, of mystical grace,
Dancing through constellations in a cosmic embrace.

As dawn approached, the lights would fade,
Nikulas returned to his cavern's cool shade.
Yet, the memory lingered, a celestial tale,
Of a dragon named Nikulas, whose dance would prevail.