From stardust spun and whispers light,
Mau takes flight, on moonlit night.
A feline form, with eyes of flame,
Weaving dreams, as whispers name.
Through starry skies, it gracefully glides,
Leaving trails of smoke, where moonlight hides.
Memories echo, soft and clear,
In dreams it plants, both joy and fear.
For Mau remembers, ages past,
When harmony and peace held fast.
But shadows grew, and light declined,
Leaving scars upon its feline mind.
Now through the dreams it gently sows,
It seeks to mend, the world it knows.
Planting hope, where darkness spread,
With stardust dreams, in hearts half-dead.
But slumber’s grip can sometimes bind,
Leaving nightmares, left behind.
For Mau itself, remembers pain,
And whispers echo, like falling rain.
Can dreams heal wounds, and mend the fray?
Or will nightmares linger, come what may?
Mau dances on, a smoky sprite,
Weaving futures, in the fading night.