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Nyx and the Zenith Swine: Solace Lost in the Eclipse of Rune:

In realms unseen, where shadowed worlds convene,
And cosmic spheres lament in skies unseen,
The Whispering Woods of Rune forever lie,
'Neath twilight's shroud, where light and darkness vie.
Through trees that bleed both ash and blackened bone,
Walks Nyx, a soul of night, forever lone.
Eyes mirrored stars, reflecting cosmic gloom,
A silent wanderer in twilight's womb.

Beside them tread the Zenith Swine, aglow,
Starlight ensnared where shadows ebb and flow.
Their laughter mourns lost stars, a cosmic blight,
A symphony of sorrow in the night.
But fate's cruel hand, with malice dark and deep,
Tore solace from their grasp, where shadows creep.
The Whispering Woods, in eclipse's grim embrace,
Cursed their celestial forms with monstrous face.

Nyx wept in anguish, starlight rent the sky,
A radiant plea drowned in darkness nigh.
But from despair, a will of iron arose,
To find an end to these star-crossed woes.
With staff of elder wood and ghostly light,
Nyx leads the spectral swine into the night.
Each step a dirge 'gainst heavens turned unkind,
Seeking the hope that fate seeks to unbind.

Thus, Nyx and their celestial, blighted band,
Traverse the Woods, by ghostly starlight fanned.
Unraveling eclipse, their spirits yet endure,
Seeking lost solace, a shattered love made pure.

Description
Nyx and the Zenith Swine: Solace Lost in the Eclipse of Rune:

In realms unseen, where shadowed worlds convene,
And cosmic spheres lament in skies unseen,
The Whispering Woods of Rune forever lie,
'Neath twilight's shroud, where light and darkness vie.
Through trees that bleed both ash and blackened bone,
Walks Nyx, a soul of night, forever lone.
Eyes mirrored stars, reflecting cosmic gloom,
A silent wanderer in twilight's womb.

Beside them tread the Zenith Swine, aglow,
Starlight ensnared where shadows ebb and flow.
Their laughter mourns lost stars, a cosmic blight,
A symphony of sorrow in the night.
But fate's cruel hand, with malice dark and deep,
Tore solace from their grasp, where shadows creep.
The Whispering Woods, in eclipse's grim embrace,
Cursed their celestial forms with monstrous face.

Nyx wept in anguish, starlight rent the sky,
A radiant plea drowned in darkness nigh.
But from despair, a will of iron arose,
To find an end to these star-crossed woes.
With staff of elder wood and ghostly light,
Nyx leads the spectral swine into the night.
Each step a dirge 'gainst heavens turned unkind,
Seeking the hope that fate seeks to unbind.

Thus, Nyx and their celestial, blighted band,
Traverse the Woods, by ghostly starlight fanned.
Unraveling eclipse, their spirits yet endure,
Seeking lost solace, a shattered love made pure.