With fur like spun gold and eyes aflame,
Sparkit dances, defying shadows’ claim.
Sparks fly free, a vibrant song,
A creature of lightning, where right can’t be wrong.
Once protector, joyful and bright,
Guiding lost souls, through darkest night.
But shadows stretched, balance swayed,
Twisting kindness, joy betrayed.
With crackling paws and playful zap,
It guards its domain, beneath a crackling trap.
Electric bolts paint the air with glee,
Chasing away darkness, setting spirits free.
Legends speak of power untold,
Hidden within, stories unfold.
Can light pierce through, where gloom resides?
Or will despair linger, where laughter hides?
Through fields of dreams and starlit skies,
Sparkit dances, with hope in its eyes.
Hope flickers bright, defying doom,
Will harmony return, dispelling gloom?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of vibrant fields, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the sparklet, with electric might,
Can mend the world, and set darkness to flight.
So let it spark, a dazzling grace,
And from the laughter, banish shadows’ trace.
For Sparkit holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.