With scales like jade and eyes of molten gold,
Vanwyrm slumbers, secrets yet untold.
Coiled within cavern depths, ageless and grand,
A guardian serpent, of water and land.
Once protector, wise and strong,
Guiding life’s dance, where rivers belong.
But greed arose, and balance frayed,
Twisting purpose, harmony betrayed.
With silent coils and echoing sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful sky.
Water whispers, tales of ages past,
Secrets hidden, forever meant to last.
Legends speak of power untold,
Whispers carried, stories unfold.
Can wisdom rise, from depths unseen?
Or will slumber veil, what has never been?
Through coral cities and sunlit streams,
Vanwyrm stirs, from forgotten dreams.
Hope flickers dim, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of crystal waters, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the serpent, with ancient might,
Can mend the world, and set balance aright.
So let it slumber, a watchful grace,
And from the depths, let wisdom embrace.
For Vanwyrm holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.