(my version)

When darkness falls and ice grows strong,
Six young dragons must right the wrong.
Born under moons of differing light,
 They'll bring an end to endless night.

Scales of fire, born in ash,
Wings of water, quick as flash.
 Claws of earth, steady and sure,
 Feathers of sky, wild and pure.

Sand's rough hide, kissed by sun,
 Ice and shadow merged as one.

Six tribes united, once bitter foes,
 To face a threat that no one knows.
 When ancient power stirs from sleep,
 The chosen six their vigil keep.

Flames will dance on frozen peaks,
As the hybrid's power speaks.
In blackest night or brightest day,
Six dragonets will find the way.