With cloak of smoke and eyes of burning coal,
Faleris emerges, secrets yet untold.
A dancer’s form, with grace that twists and bends,
Across the barren waste, a fiery message sends.
Its wings, like embers, flicker in the air,
Tracing patterns crimson, etched with silent prayer.
Through ash and ruin, its steps ignite the ground,
A fiery waltz, where whispers can be found.
But beneath the beauty, fury simmers deep,
For Faleris remembers promises to keep.
Of forests lost, and skies once filled with blue,
A burning vow, to see the world anew.
So tread with care, when flames begin to rise,
Respect the grief within those haunted eyes.
For Faleris dances, not for harm or spite,
But for the ashes, where forgotten dreams still light.
Offer not fear, but empathy’s embrace,
Acknowledge the pain, etched upon its face.
Then in the flicker of the dying ember’s glow,
A fragile trust, may begin to grow.
And as the flames subside, and shadows fade,
The dancer’s steps, a gentler story braid.
For Faleris remembers, hope can still ignite,
And ashes rise, reborn in morning’s light.
So join the dance, where hearts begin to mend,
And watch the phoenix rise, a fiery, faithful friend.
For Faleris, warrior of smoke and flame,
Will guide you through the darkness, whisper your name.