Through the Shroud

A misty breath through ancient, shadowed wood Where magic sleeps, and secrets aren't understood A cunning fox, with swift and silent stride A horn of light, a tiny, rhythmic guide They tread the shroud, where dangers darkly hide And wonders bloom, where destinies collide The fox's craft, the horn's celestial ray The cricket's song, to keep their death at bay The fox, with clever moves and knowing gaze It tracked the path, through perilous, winding maze The unicorn, with horn of purest light Dispelled the gloom, and banished endless blight The cricket small, with clicking, tiny sound It hopped and chirped, on consecrated ground They sought the flame, a legend's whispered plea To cleanse the blight, and set the shroudlands free They tread the shroud, where dangers darkly hide And wonders bloom, where destinies collide The fox's craft, the horn's celestial ray The cricket's song, to keep their death at bay They faced the Fell, with eyes of burning fire And creatures old, consumed by dark desire The fox deceived, with tricks and subtle art While light restored, a wounded, broken heart The cricket's song, a comfort to the soul It eased their way, to make the broken whole Through ruins vast, and caverns dank and cold Their bond of trust, a story to be told The mists disperse, the dawn begins to break A victory won, for goodness' gentle sake The fox, the horn, the cricket's tiny beat Their tale unfolds, a triumph bittersweet.