In the moon’s pale glow, they wander the night,
Monsters of lore in shadowed delight.
Silent whispers in the rustling leaves,
Guardians of secrets in the midnight breeze.
Eyes like embers, glowing with fire,
Born of the stars, of dreams and desire.
They dance with the mist, unseen by the light,
In realms of the unknown, they take flight.
Through the forests deep, where no paths dare tread,
They roam in the whispers of the stories weâve read.
Tales of wonder, of fear and of might,
In the heart of the darkness, they ignite.
Yet beneath their fearsome, shadowed guise,
Lies a mystery that captivates the skies.
For monsters hold tales of the ancient and true,
In the world of night, they are guardians too.