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A creature feared by many, yet so fine,
With scales that shimmer in the warm sunlight,
And eyes that sparkle with a mystic shine.
A symbol of rebirth, of change and growth,
You shed your skin and leave the past behind,
A lesson that so many of us loathe,
But one that you embrace with grace and mind.
Your movements swift, your senses sharp and keen,
A master of survival and the wild,
In you, a power that is seldom seen,
A beauty that is ancient and beguiled.
Oh, Sir Divine III, with you we learn,
That from the darkness, new light can burn.