The Curse of the Salamander

The Curse of the Salamander

Beneath the moon’s pale silver gaze,

In hidden realms of misty haze,

A creature stirs, both fierce and bold,

With scales of fire, a tale untold.

The salamander, cloaked in flame,

Wanders through the woods, untamed.

A whispered curse upon its soul,

To seek the truth, yet lose control.

Its eyes burn bright with ancient lore,

Yet every step it dares implore

A fate that twists, a fate that binds,

A puzzle lost within its mind.

For centuries, it roams alone,

With fire that burns, yet chills to bone,

A creature cursed by all its pride,

Its heart forever locked inside.

Each flame it breathes, a cry for peace,

A yearning that will never cease.

To break the chains, to find the key,

But trapped within, it cannot see.

The curse is deep, the curse is strong,

A tale of fire, a tale of wrong.

The salamander, cursed to roam,

Can never find its way back home.