In the depths of the moonlit night, they roam,
Shadows whispering secrets through the trees,
Eyes gleaming with an ancient, untamed fire,
Wolves dance beneath the celestial dome.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Their howls pierce the silent, starry sky,
A symphony of wild, unbridled might,
Echoing the tales of days gone by.
Together they move, a ghostly parade,
Bound by a bond that time cannot fade,
Guardians of the forest, fierce and true,
In their world, the old legends are made.
As dawn breaks, they vanish from sight,
Leaving only whispers of their midnight flight,
The wolves, keepers of the nightâs embrace,
Return to shadows, their secret place.