From starless depths, where shadows cling,
Nox emerges, on silent wing.
Ink-black form, a cosmic void,
A whisper of fear, a story untold.
Once protector, vast and wise,
Guiding the cosmos, beneath starlit skies.
But greed consumed, and balance fell,
Twisting its essence, casting a spell.
With stardust breath and eyes of flame,
It guards its domain, whispering its name.
Echoes of whispers, secrets untold,
In nebulas vast, where stories unfold.
Legends speak of power unseen,
Holding the cosmos, in balance serene.
Can harmony rise, from the cosmic night?
Or will shadows reign, with eternal blight?
Through galaxies swirling, a dance of dust,
Nox whispers secrets, a haunting trust.
Hope hangs fragile, in whispers faint,
Will light return, or forever be paint?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
A longing for balance, dispelling extremes.
Perhaps the guardian, with cosmic might,
Can find redemption, bathed in dawning light.
So let it whisper, across the void,
And from the silence, let hope be enjoyed.
For Nox holds, a hidden key,
To mend the cosmos, and finally be free.