>>69349858In the heart of the Ilimyth's icy grasp,
Where frosty winds weave a chilling clasp,
A lone lemur met its tragic end,
In a tale of struggle, pain, and rend.
Once a lively sprite among the trees,
With nimble limbs and agile ease,
It sought its meal 'neath the alpine sky,
Unaware of the predator's eye.
The Cocoraptor, swift and keen,
With talons sharp, its prey unseen,
Snatched the lemur from its perch so high,
In a flurry of feathers, it bid goodbye.
With a desperate twist and a daring bite,
The lemur fought with all its might,
But fate had cast its cruel decree,
And sent it tumbling, unbound and free.
Through the swirling snow, it fell,
To meet the jagged rock's cruel knell,
With bones shattered and spirit torn,
Its life's thread frayed, its hope forlorn.
Yet in the silence of the icy vale,
Amidst the howling, bitter gale,
The lemur found a peaceful rest,
As snowflakes adorned its frozen chest.
No more the pain, no more the strife,
It slipped away from the grip of life,
To join the Goddess in her embrace,
In the endless dance of time and space.
Though its tale ends in sorrow's embrace,
Its spirit lives on in the frozen grace,
Of the Ilimyth Valley's cold expanse,
Where life and death in balance dance.
So let us remember the lemur's plight,
And heed the lesson in its flight,
That in the face of fate's cruel twist,
Even in darkness, there's a gentle mist.
