The Silver Trickster

In the ruins where whispers tell,
Lived Adira with a goat, silver as a well.
The Silver Trickster, as it was known,
In lands where magic and mischief are sown.

One day, amidst the ancient stone,
They found themselves far from home, alone.
A gang of goblins, mean and sly,
Sought to catch them, as clouds covered the sky.

The chase began, a dance of fate,
Through ruins old and a crumbling gate.
The goblins close, with grins so wide,
Couldn't catch the Trickster, however they tried.

With a laugh that echoed, pure and clear,
Adira knew there was nothing to fear.
For in their hearts, light and laughter reside,
Turning fear into joy, wide as the tide.

The Silver Trickster, swift and bright,
Led the goblins on a merry flight.
Through tricks and turns, they spun a tale,
Of wit and cunning, that would never stale.

In the end, as night turned to day,
The goblins found they'd lost their way.
Amidst the ruins, laughter rang,
As Adira and her goat danced, and sang.

For in the cosmere, so vast and deep,
It's the stories of joy we choose to keep.
A reminder that laughter, light, and lore,
Are the treasures worth living for.

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