Guardians of the Mystic Light

Guardians of the Mystic Light

In the forest where the shadows breathe,
And the twilight spins a silver weave,
Elven hearts guard the sacred trees,
Where ancient winds whisper through the leaves.

Dragons soar on wings of fire and gold,
Guarding secrets that the mountains hold,
Phoenix flames rise from the ash and dust,
Renewing hope where the lost ones trust.

Magical beings of the mystic light,
Guiding the world through day and night,
Keepers of dreams and stories old,
Guardians brave with hearts of gold.

Mermaids sing where the oceans weep,
Dreaming songs that cradle souls to sleep,
Goblins forge in caverns deep and long,
Shaping fate with fire and iron strong.

Sprites that twirl in fields of starlit mist,
Bringing dawn with every fleeting kiss,
Centaur clans that roam through forest trails,
Marking paths where destiny prevails.

Magical beings of the mystic light,
Guiding the world through day and night,
Keepers of dreams and stories old,
Guardians brave with hearts of gold.

When mortal minds forget the way,
And magic fades with each passing day,
Still they stand where fate is spun,
Holding fast till dreams are won.

In every breath and every song,
Magic weaves where it’s belonged,
Magical beings, fierce and wise,
Keeping wonder alive in mortal eyes.