In skies where ancient tempests soar, Five young dragons rise to end the war. From eggs, each hue a tale to weave, In colors deep, their powers conceived. First, the deepest blue, a serene tide, With wisdom and calm, a leader's guide. The second, green as earth's embrace, Brings life to barren, war-torn space. Third, blood red, fierce and bold, A heart of courage, stories told. Navy blue, the fourth to stand, A guardian's strength, a defender's hand. The fifth, sky blue, a whispering breeze, With dreams and hope, the light they seize. Together born, in unity's name, To end the war and cease the flame.