The Ballad of Zephyra and Vex’ahlia D&D

Verse 1: Under the crescent moon’s dark embrace, In caverns deep, their tale takes place. Zephyra, silent as the night’s black wing, Vex’ahlia, corrosive, her power a deadly sting. Chorus: Elder Wyrms, their lineage grand, Twins entwined, fate’s golden strand. From swamplands to mountains, they stride, In shadows and acid, their destinies collide. Verse 2: Zephyra, the Shadow Wing, veiled in dusk, Whispers secrets, kingdoms tremble, hearts thrust. Her eyes pierce the veil, unseen threads she weaves, A dance of intrigue, where power deceives. Chorus: Elder Wyrms, their lineage grand, Twins entwined, fate’s golden strand. From swamplands to mountains, they stride, In shadows and acid, their destinies collide. Verse 3: Vex’ahlia, the Corrosive, her gaze ablaze, Fortress gates crumble, kingdoms in a daze. Ironscale Mountains echo her wrath, Rust and ruin follow her corrosive path. Chorus: Elder Wyrms, their lineage grand, Twins entwined, fate’s golden strand. From swamplands to mountains, they stride, In shadows and acid, their destinies collide. Bridge: Together they soar, wings brushing the moon, Sisters bound by blood, their legacy a boon. Empires rise and fall, but their bond holds true, Zephyra and Vex’ahlia, the twin shadows anew. Verse 4: In moonlit glades, they stand side by side, Elder Wyrms’ legacy, their hearts as their guide. Zephyra’s whispers weave fate’s intricate thread, While Vex’ahlia’s acid burns empires to dread. Chorus: Elder Wyrms, their lineage grand, Twins entwined, fate’s golden strand. From swamplands to mountains, they stride, In shadows and acid, their destinies collide. Outro: And so the ballad ends, carried by the winds of time. The twin shadows, Zephyra and Vex’ahlia, fade into legend, their names whispered in hallowed halls and forgotten glades. But their bond remains unbroken, etched in the annals of the Elder Wyrms. As the moon wanes and the stars weave their cosmic tapestry, remember their tale—the dance of darkness and acid, the silent whispers and corroded gates. For in their legacy, we find echoes of our own struggles, our own unbreakable bonds.