In the mystical woods
She wanders alone
Frightened yet hopeful
For finding the lost lagoon
She comes across a stream
Flowing with souls of the world
Filled with sorrow and morose
She prays and continues the journey
She is adrift from her path
And embedded into the tangled roots
She cries for help
But none answers’
She now accepts fate
yet her heart thrusts her
But then she heeds hoofbeats
Which becomes louder
She behelds a gleaming spark
And hearken the bleat of the mystical creature
The carapace of the creature
Was golden as the oriole bird
The creature approaches her
With a sense of trust, it aids her
She is relieved from the danger
Because she is now accompanied by the Golden Gazelle
She is amazed
As she finds the lagoon
But at the same time
She is saddened because
The creature had been disappeared in the rays of moon
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