In the shadows of the ancient woods,
Where moonbeams dance with whispered hoods,
There roams a creature, wild and free,
A guardian of mystery.
With eyes like stars, and fur of night,
It wanders 'neath the silver light,
And in its heart, a melody,
A song that drifts through time, you see.
But alas, the melody's lost,
In echoes of the tempest tossed,
For none can hear the beast's sweet tune,
Benea...
