With scales like ice, shimmering and bright,
Vanwyrm Cryst awakens, bathed in pale moonlight.
Crystals adorn its serpentine form,
A guardian ancient, weathering winter’s storm.
Once protector, watchful and strong,
Guiding creatures, where icy rivers belong.
But shadows spread, and balance swayed,
Twisting harmony, solace betrayed.
With frost-kissed claws and glacial sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful sky.
Crystal shards fall, like whispers untold,
Echoing stories, of ages cold.
Legends speak of power unseen,
Whispers carried, secrets convene.
Can peace descend, where shadows reside?
Or will dreams wither, with nowhere to confide?
Through frozen tundras and starlit gleam,
Vanwyrm Cryst glides, on a forgotten dream.
Hope takes root, a resilient vine,
Will harmony return, in waters divine?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of frozen peaks, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the guardian, with crystalline might,
Can mend the world, and set dreams alight.
So let it slumber, a shimmering grace,
And from the crystals, let solace embrace.
For Vanwyrm Cryst holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.