On moonlit wings, through silent skies,
Shadowbeak soars, where darkness lies.
Feathers as black as starless night,
A creature of shadows, bathed in silver light.
Once protector, silent and swift,
Guiding the lost, on a starlit drift.
But shadows danced, whispers took hold,
Twisting purpose, hearts turned cold.
With razor claws and moonlit sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful eye.
Stardust whispers, on phantom wings,
Echoes of secrets, darkness brings.
Legends speak of power untold,
Secrets hidden, stories yet unfold.
Can kindness bloom, where shadows lurk?
Or will the darkness leave its mark?
Through moonlit fields and whispered breeze,
Shadowbeak dances, with secrets at ease.
Hope flickers faint, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of starry skies, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the bird, 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 Shadowbeak holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.