With armored hide and eyes aglow,
Tombat delves deep, where darkness flows.
Claws like earth, heart filled with might,
A guardian ancient, lost to sight.
Once protector, wise and strong,
Guiding creatures, where tunnels belong.
But shadows stretched, and balance swayed,
Twisting purpose, slumber betrayed.
With earth-filled paws and silent groan,
It guards its domain, on bones unknown.
Fossil whispers, stories untold,
Echoing secrets, of ages bold.
Legends speak of power untold,
Whispers carried, secrets unfold.
Can wisdom rise, from depths unseen?
Or will slumber veil, what has never been?
Through caverns vast and moonlit gleam,
Tombat burrows, a forgotten dream.
Hope flickers dim, a fading ember,
Will harmony return, and shadows remember?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of sunlit plains, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the guardian, with earthen might,
Can mend the world, and set slumber alight.
So let it burrow, a stoic grace,
And from the depths, let wisdom embrace.
For Tombat holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.