You are left quiet alone with your thoughts when your mouth is sealed shut, now aren't you?
well.
Sealed...non existent?

The pale moon, kind to all, never one to judge, gazed down upon the world, beams of light dancing over green hide.

The dragon's head rose, mouthless muzzle pointing upward towards that silver ball, various thoughts swimming through her mind.

The evils of the world are so often taken for granted, those shadowy things, for without them there could be no light, there is no love without hate, no peace without turmoil.

Body shifting, wings stretching, arms all but useless for movement, scraping against the ground, the claws tipping those great wings more than good enough for digging into the deep bark of the trees.

Humming.

There is no silence without sound.

'Twas the tree that sang, deer crowding beneath its hollowed trunk to rest.

Had it lips, it would have licked them.

So many souls...

But not this night, not now.

Wings beat open, light in the air.

now was not the time.