Whispers of the Mystic Realm

Whispers of the Mystic Realm

Through the emerald woods where shadows sing,
Magic hums on every breath of spring,
Elven guardians with starlit eyes,
Watch the dawn paint fire in the skies.

Dragons roar from mountain peaks so high,
Breathing flames that kiss the morning sky,
Scales aglow like molten rivers bright,
Guarding dreams through endless day and night.

Magical beings of myth and lore,
Guardians of light forevermore,
Holding fate in hands of fire and air,
Weaving hope through worlds they spare.

Mermaids call from oceans vast and deep,
Singing songs that cradle storms to sleep,
Phoenix wings that blaze through time and dust,
Rise anew when hearts have lost their trust.

Sprites that twirl through twilight's golden glow,
Stitching dreams where morning flowers grow,
Centaurs race through meadows wild and wide,
Guiding stars where destinies collide.

Magical beings of myth and lore,
Guardians of light forevermore,
Holding fate in hands of fire and air,
Weaving hope through worlds they spare.

When mortal souls forget their way,
And stories fade with break of day,
Still they stand where legends breathe,
Guarding realms that hearts believe.

And when the sun sets low and dim,
And echoes fade through ancient hymns,
Magical beings guard the flame,
Keeping magic in love's name.