In the shadow of the silver moon,
Wolves dance through the whispering trees,
Their eyes aglow with ancient tales,
Guides of the night, at one with the breeze.

Hear their song, a haunting cry,
Echoes weaving through the silent pines,
A symphony of the untamed wild,
In harmony, their spirit aligns.

Through the veil of the midnight mist,
Their silhouettes glide, fierce and bold,
Guardians of the hidden paths,
In the forest’s heart, secrets unfold.

By the light of the crescent glow,
They roam, untethered, wild and free,
Keepers of the moonlit realm,
In their gaze, eternity.