Keepers of the Enchanted Wild

Keepers of the Enchanted Wild

Underneath the silver moon,
Where shadows dance and flowers bloom,
Magical beings guard the night,
Wrapped in whispers, cloaked in light.

Elven footsteps, soft and near,
Gliding through the forest clear,
Eyes that shine like emerald fire,
Songs that weave the heart’s desire.

Guardians of the hidden realm,
Guiding light through ancient helm,
Voices lost in twilight’s breath,
Guarding dreams from life to death.

Dragons breathe in cavern halls,
Dreaming flames and crystal walls,
Mermaids sing beneath the foam,
Calling sailors far from home.

Wolves with eyes like midnight skies,
Howl to stars that never die,
Sorcerers with hands of gold,
Bend the fate that time unfolds.

Guardians of the hidden realm,
Guiding light through ancient helm,
Voices lost in twilight’s breath,
Guarding dreams from life to death.

When the morning breaks the spell,
And sunlight floods the mystic dell,
They fade away like morning dew,
But leave their magic pure and true.

So when the night reclaims the sky,
And shadows weave where spirits fly,
Remember those who guard the night,
Magical beings bathed in light.