Where lightning strikes and thunder booms,
Mossanda Lux emerges, charged with gloom.
No longer panda, green and serene,
But electric fury, on the wild scene.
Blackened fur crackles with static charge,
Yellow stripes sing with energy’s surge.
Eyes glow bright, twin sparks ignite,
Nature’s power, unleashed in flight.
Once protector, calm and wise,
Guardian of forests, beneath open skies.
But shadows encroached, balance astray,
Twisted its form, in a shocking display.
With electrified claws and crackling breath,
It guards its domain, defying death.
Volts explode, a dazzling dance,
A primal rage, with a sorrowful trance.
Can harmony rise from the storm’s embrace?
Will peace return, to this ravaged space?
Deep within, a spark remains true,
Of kindness lost, yet yearning anew.
So let it crackle, a vibrant storm,
Washing away the shadows’ deformed.
For Mossanda Lux holds, a power untold,
To heal the land, and make stories unfold.
From lightning forged, a new path starts,
A guardian reborn, with electric hearts.
Mossanda Lux stands, a beacon bright,
A spark of hope, in the coming light.