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In the moonlit forest, where shadows reside,
There dwells a creature, a nocturnal guide.
With a body of nightshade, so dark and alluring,
Its wings unfolded, like darkness maturing.

Each feather it boasts, dipped in midnight's ink,
With a whisper of mystery, causing hearts to sink.
A delicate touch of blue graces its wing,
Like the midnight sky when stars start to sing.

Its tail, like a beacon, a hunter's delight,
Glowing the hues of a forest at night.
A vibrant green that could freeze you in place,
As it gracefully weaves through leaves and space.

A dragon it be, a majestic sight to behold,
In the moon's soft glow, its tales are told.
With power untamed, in each breath it takes,
Enchanting the woods, as peace it awakes.

Oh, nightshade dragon, a marvel so rare,
With wings of blue and a glowing flare,
You dance through the night, a dream to inspire,
A creature of wonder, fueled by our desire.