Beneath the starry drape, when
the full moon glows so bright,
A hidden valley rests, guarding ancient light.
Young Liam, from a quiet, sleeping town,
Felt the wild calling, where
adventure can be found.
With eyes of clear water,
and hair like darkest night,
He sought the secret deep,
following the moon's white light.
Oh, Valley of the Golden Fireflies!
Where fallen flowers shine like stars up high.
Oh, ancient magic, reaching for the skies!
The air is dancing with a golden cry.
A path was shown, a shimmering trail of grace,
Leading the young boy to this sacred place.
He reached the stone circle, silent and so old,
Saw the wooden scepter, a story to unfold.
He touched the staff and histories unfurled,
Of a wizard ancient, who saved their world.
He protected the people,
with wisdom and with might,
The simple wooden scepter,
his tool of fading light.
But then the silence broke,
a dangerous, cold sound,
Dark shadowy creatures rose
from the forest ground.
They came to steal the light,
to bring eternal night,
To quench the golden fireflies
with all their fading might.
Liam felt the destiny, his purpose loud and clear:
"I will be the guardian, conquering all fear!"
Oh, Valley of the Golden Fireflies!
Where fallen flowers shine like stars up high.
Oh, ancient magic, reaching for the skies!
The air is dancing with a golden cry.
With staff in hand and a
heart that was brave and true,
The golden light pushed back the darkness through.
A wave of pure magic, a mantle of pure gold,
The shadows vanished, the dark was now controlled.
The valley is safe now, peace has returned.
Liam, the silent keeper, his lesson learned.
And beneath the moonlight,
he watches over his home,
For bravery's light will
shine, wherever he may roam.