Where ash descends and flames still flicker,
Pyrin emerges, spirit quick.
Molten fur, a burning sheen,
A creature of fire, dancing unforeseen.
Once protector, fierce and bold,
Guiding creatures, where lava flowed.
But shadows crawled, and balance swayed,
Twisting purpose, in darkness played.
With fiery claws and searing sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a blackened sky.
Cinders fall, like embers bright,
Whispering stories, lost in endless night.
Legends speak of power untold,
Secrets whispered, stories yet unfold.
Can life bloom anew, where flames reside?
Or will despair forever preside?
Through scorched earth and smoke-filled air,
Pyrin dances, with embers rare.
Hope flickers dim, in fiery light,
Will balance return, or fade from sight?
But deep within, a spark ignites,
A longing for balance, setting shadows right.
Perhaps the beast, with fiery soul,
Can find redemption, make itself whole.
So let it burn, a cleansing pyre,
And from the ashes, hope transpire.
For Pyrin holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.