From moonlit depths, where embers smolder low,
Pyrin Noct rises, a celestial glow.
Fur the color of starlit night,
A creature of shadow, bathed in silver light.
Once protector, vigilant and wise,
Guiding the lost, beneath starlit skies.
But greed consumed, and harmony frayed,
Twisting its essence, shadows displayed.
With stardust claws and moonlit sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a darkened sky.
Ethereal flames flicker, cool and bright,
Whispering secrets, hidden in the night.
Legends speak of power untold,
A celestial spark, stories yet unfold.
Can hope be found, where darkness thrives?
Or will despair claim, where starlight survives?
Through ash-filled valleys and stardust’s hold,
Pyrin Noct dances, a story told.
Hope flickers bright, defying the night,
Will shadows retreat, bathed in dawn’s light?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of starry skies, bathed in moonlit beams.
Perhaps the guardian, with wings of stardust flight,
Can mend the world, and set darkness right.
So let it shine, a radiant grace,
And from the embers, hope embrace.
For Pyrin Noct holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.