With fur like moonlight, wispy and pale,
Sweepa waltzes, through a haunting veil.
Eyes like embers, a sigh on the breeze,
A spirit of secrets, carried on silent seas.
Once protector, gentle and wise,
Guiding the lost, beneath moonlit skies.
But shadows danced, whispers took hold,
Twisting purpose, hearts turned cold.
With phantom paws and moonlit sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful eye.
Stardust swirls, in a ghostly ballet,
Echoing tales, of stories yet to say.
Legends speak of power untold,
Whispers carried, stories unfold.
Can peace embrace, where shadows reside?
Or will memories linger, forever hide?
Through moonlit glades and stardust’s gleam,
Sweepa dances, a forgotten dream.
Hope flickers faint, a fading spark,
Will harmony return, leaving its mark?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of sunlit meadows, bathed in silver beams.
Perhaps the sprite, with ghostly might,
Can mend the world, and set dreams aright.
So let it waltz, a spectral grace,
And from the whispers, hope embrace.
For Sweepa holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.