With wings of twilight, whispers on the breeze,
Vaelet glides, through ancient harmonies.
Scales shimmer soft, like moonlit snow,
A creature of music, where emotions flow.
Once protector, gentle and wise,
Guiding creatures, beneath celestial skies.
But shadows crawled, and balance swayed,
Twisting beauty, into an eerie serenade.
With mournful cries and shimmering sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful eye.
Stardust echoes, a celestial song,
Whispering tales, of right and wrong.
Legends speak of power untold,
Secrets carried, stories unfold.
Can harmony mend, where discord resides?
Or will nightmares linger, where music hides?
Through valleys draped in stardust’s gleam,
Vaelet dances, on a forgotten dream.
Hope flickers faint, a fading tone,
Will balance return, in a melody unknown?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of vibrant skies, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the singer, with wings of night,
Can mend the world, and set music aright.
So let it sing, a haunting grace,
And from the echoes, hope embrace.
For Vaelet holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.