The Enchanted Guardian of the Twilight Realm

Upon the cliffs where twilight's whispers sing, A maiden stands with hair of silver light, Her gown, a flowing river, takes to wing, As sunset paints the sky with hues so bright.

The ancient tree, with branches gnarled and wise, Embraces her with shadows long and deep, Its roots entwined with secrets of the skies, While mountains guard the valley's silent sleep.

In hands so fair, a leaf of emerald green, She holds the promise of a world reborn, A symbol of the magic yet unseen, That dances in the breath of early morn.

Oh, guardian of realms where dreams take flight, Your presence graces dusk with pure delight.