With fur like moonlight, eyes like frozen tears,
Helzephyr glides, where silence conquers fears.
No phantom specter, nor creature of the night,
But whisper of winter, bathed in silver light.
Through frosted peaks, it dances on the breeze,
Leaving trails of stardust, where secrets softly wheeze.
Its voice, a lullaby, on icy strings entwined,
Luring weary travelers, with peace they cannot find.
But beneath the beauty, a power deep resides,
Guiding lost souls, where forgotten magic hides.
For Helzephyr remembers, the ancient pact made true,
To guard the mountains, bathed in shades of blue.
So approach with caution, and listen to its song,
Respect the stillness, where shadows linger long.
Offer not capture, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And Helzephyr’s secrets, might gently descend.
With whispers carried on the frosty air,
It soothes your worries, banishing despair.
For Helzephyr’s wisdom, is woven in its sighs,
Healing frozen spirits, beneath starlit skies.
Then, in the dance of shadows and moonlit dew,
The lullaby unfolds, a promise whispered true.
It shares the magic, of dreams yet to be told,
Guiding you through darkness, to stories yet untold.
And as the first rays of dawn ignite the peak,
Helzephyr fades away, a memory soft and meek.
But in your heart, its silence will remain,
A reminder of hope, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the moonbeam’s gleam,
Let Helzephyr’s whisper, forever be your dream.
For in the depths of wonder, where secrets softly sing,
The moonlit spirit, will forever take wing.