With fur like midnight, eyes like embers bright,
Vixy hunts, beneath the moonlit night.
Claws like shadows, silent on the breeze,
A creature of mystery, carried on silent seas.
Once protector, cunning and fast,
Guiding creatures, where darkness surpassed.
But shadows bloomed, and balance frayed,
Twisting purpose, trust betrayed.
With pouncing grace and moonlit sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful eye.
Stardust shimmers, on fur so sleek,
Echoing stories, no creature speaks.
Legends whisper of power untold,
Secrets hidden, stories unfold.
Can truth emerge, where shadows reside?
Or will deception linger, with nowhere to confide?
Through moonlit woods and whispering leaves,
Vixy dances, where moonlight deceives.
Hope flickers faint, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of starlit skies, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the hunter, with starlight might,
Can mend the world, and set secrets aright.
So let it stalk, a silent grace,
And from the shadows, hope embrace.
For Vixy holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.