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,

Beneath the glow of the crescent moon.

Yet whispers tell of days gone by,

When once, beneath the azure sky,

The mystical beast would sing its song,

And hearts would soar, and souls belong.

So let us seek the hidden glade,

Where secrets dwell, and dreams are made,

And listen close, with hearts aglow,

For the lost song of long ago.