The Obsidian Edge Ring

In shadows cast by moonlit gleam,
A silver ring, a whispered dream.
With edges sharp, yet smooth in grace,
It holds the secrets of time and space.

A polished surface, a mirror's glance,
Reflecting stories, a timeless dance.
What mysteries lie in its bold embrace?
A silent guardian of hidden place.

Each angle sharp, a riddle spun,
Of journeys taken, battles won.
Worn upon the hand, it softly sings,
Of ancient echoes and forgotten things.

Adorn your spirit, let its power flow,
For in its shimmer, the night will glow.
A ring of wonder, fierce yet bright,
The obsidian edge, a beacon of light.