With fur like twilight woven, eyes like moonlit ice,
Loupmoon prowls unseen, beneath the starry skies.
No playful hunter, nor creature of the sun,
But spectral enigma, where nightmares softly run.
Through moonlit meadows, its form a silent wraith,
Leaving trails of stardust, on paths where darkness saith.
Its voice, a haunting echo, on windswept currents rings,
Luring curious souls, with whispered, eerie things.
But beneath the shadows, a spirit wise and old,
Holds secrets of the moonlit, mysteries untold.
For Loupmoon remembers, the pact of ancient night,
To guard the sleeping world, bathed in silver light.
So approach with caution, and tread with whispered breath,
Respect the stillness, where shadows dance with death.
Offer not capture, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And Loupmoon’s secrets, might gently descend.
With whispers carried on the moonbeam’s gentle gleam,
It tests your spirit, to face the unseen dream.
For the lunar guardian’s trust, isn’t easily claimed,
It seeks a soul like moonlight, untamed and softly flamed.
Then, in the dance of darkness and bioluminescent glow,
The enigma unveils its wisdom, whispered low.
It shares the magic, of dreamscapes ever shifting,
Where shadows whisper truths, forever drifting.
And as the first rays of dawn ignite the sky,
Loupmoon fades away, a lullaby as you sigh.
But in your heart, its echo will remain,
A whisper of the moonlit, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the starlit dome,
Let Loupmoon’s spirit, guide you back to your own home.
For in the depths of wonder, where secrets softly gleam,
The lunacy’s wisdom, forever watches your dream.