In a meadow where magic softly sways, 
Lived a bulldog named Finneas with dreams ablaze. 
His sister, a zebra with stripes so bright, 
Named Billie, danced in the moon's gentle light.
Dear Billie, said Finneas, with a gleam in his eye, 
I'll make you a star that shines in the sky. 
Together they sang, their voices took flight, 
Whispering spells in the still of the night.
Their song spoke of Lucifer, with words so sly, 
Crafting enchantments that twinkled up high. 
Yet magic they played with, beyond what they knew, 
Unleashing forces that grew and grew.
Far away in Hong Kong, in a cell dim and cold, 
Lived a nameless boy, with stories untold. 
The whispers of Finneas and Billie's sweet tune, 
Trickled through walls, under the pale moon.
Years passed by, and the boy gained fame, 
Known as the Red Dragon, with a powerful name. 
Lucifer, the fallen, in shadows he'd roam, 
Till spirits found him, and led him home.
In the land of dreams where magic sways, 
The tale of Finneas and Billie stays. 
A melody of wonder, in night skies afar, 
For Billie, the zebra, became a great star.
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