On moonlit wings, a silent form,
Nitewing takes flight, amidst the storm.
Feathers of ink, against the night,
A guardian’s spirit, bathed in silver light.
Once protector, swift and true,
Guiding creatures, where starlight grew.
But darkness spread, and balance frayed,
Twisting purpose, in shadows played.
With razor claws and silent swoop,
It guards its domain, in starlit loop.
Whispers echo, on wings that glide,
Secrets of darkness, where truth can’t hide.
Legends speak of power untold,
Hidden within, a story unfolds.
Can kindness soar, where shadows lurk?
Or will the darkness leave its mark?
Through starlit fields and velvet skies,
Nitewing dances, with watchful eyes.
Hope flickers dim, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a spark ignites,
A longing for balance, setting shadows right.
Perhaps the guardian, with wings of night,
Can find redemption, bathed in morning’s light.
So let it fly, a silent grace,
And from the darkness, hope embrace.
For Nitewing holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.