In the land of myth and lore,
Where ancient dragons soar,
A moon on high begins to creep,
To steal the sun, the world to keep.

The shadow's embrace,
A twilight dance in the sacred space.
The sun bows down to the moon's chase,
In the eclipse, our hearts interlace.

In the eclipse, our hearts interlace.

Elven songs rise in the air,
As darkness falls on the trade fair.
The silver moon, with gentle grace,
Enchants the sun's fiery face.

In the hush of the darkened sky,
The stars whisper an age-old lullaby.

The eclipse, a tale of night and day,
A fleeting moment where magic may sway.

So let the moon's silent path be spun,

A celestial waltz, a deed undone.
For in the shadow's tender kiss,
Lies a story of eternal bliss.

As the shadow wanes, the sun reclaims its throne,
A fiery herald of light once more shown.
The moon drifts away, in her silvery gown,
While planets dance on, in the sun’s renown.

In the sun's renown.