A Celestial Tapestry in the Year of Loong

In the ancient realm where myths unfold,

A dragon's tale, in whispers, is told.

Chen, the dragon, in the lunar light,

Awakens legends, ancient and bright.

From Pangu's breath, creation spun,

Chen, in the cosmic dance, begun.

Scales of jade, a celestial sheen,

A guardian spirit, forever seen.

In the river's flow and mountains' might,

Chen soars, a symbol of ancient rite.

Amidst the clouds, where immortals dwell,

A dragon's magic, tales to swell.

Fu Xi's wisdom, like ink on scrolls,

Chen, in the Year of Loong, unfolds.

With Nuwa's grace, a tapestry spun,

A tale of prosperity, from moon to sun.

Nine sons of the dragon, spirits divine,

In the Year of Chen, their presence shines.

A dance of orbs, a celestial sight,

In the dragon's gaze, fortunes alight.

Journey through seas, a dragon's flight,

With Eight Immortals, under moonlight.

Chen, the guardian, in legend's embrace,

Guides the way with celestial grace.

In the peach orchard where time stands still,

Chen's breath, a zephyr, a tranquil thrill.

Dragon's wisdom, a gift bestowed,

In the Year of Loong, prosperity sowed.

From Xiwangmu's palace, celestial queen,

Chen descends, a vision serene.

In the heart of mountains, rivers wide,

The dragon's presence, an ancient guide.

As phoenix feathers softly fall,

Chen, the dragon, answers the call.

In the Year of the Dragon, prosperity reigns,

Legends and myths in celestial strains.