Echoes of the Enchanted World

Echoes of the Enchanted World

In the hollow of the ancient trees,
Where the wind hums through the autumn leaves,
Elven voices sing the dawn to rise,
Guarding secrets where the magic lies.

Dragons soar on wings of molten light,
Casting shadows through the endless night,
Fiery hearts that beat like thunder’s call,
Guarding realms where stardust gently falls.

Magical beings of the endless sky,
Guardians brave where legends lie,
Breathing life into the worlds we weave,
Guarding dreams that hearts believe.

Mermaid songs beneath the moonlit tides,
Calling sailors where the lost hope hides,
Sprites that dance where morning meets the dew,
Dreaming stories that the wild winds knew.

Goblins hammer fate with sparks that fly,
Shaping myths where molten rivers lie,
Centaur tribes that roam the endless plains,
Guiding stars through twilight’s last remains.

Magical beings of the endless sky,
Guardians brave where legends lie,
Breathing life into the worlds we weave,
Guarding dreams that hearts believe.

When mortal hearts forget their song,
And doubt devours where faith belongs,
Still they stand with souls aflame,
Guarding light in magic’s name.

And when the dawn breaks through the darkened vale,
And stories live where shadows fail,
Magical beings, bold and strong,
Carry hope through every song.