In icy caverns, starlight spills,
Sibelyx slumbers, on ancient chills.
Scales like amethyst, eyes closed tight,
A guardian ancient, bathed in moonlit night.
Once protector, wise and vast,
Guiding creatures, where stars surpassed.
But greed arose, and balance frayed,
Twisting purpose, dreams betrayed.
With frosted breath and slumber deep,
It guards its domain, secrets to keep.
Ice crystals shimmer, stories untold,
Whispering echoes, of ages old.
Legends speak of power untold,
Hidden within, stories unfold.
Can wisdom bloom, where shadows roam?
Or will slumber veil, its ancient home?
Through frozen tunnels and starlit air,
Sibelyx slumbers, with secrets to share.
Hope flickers dim, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of starry heavens, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the dragon, with slumbering might,
Can mend the world, and set dreams alight.
So let it sleep, a celestial form,
And from its slumber, let wisdom be born.
For Sibelyx holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.