In the heart of the night, where shadows blend,
The wolves sing a song that never ends.
Their howls echo through the silent trees,
A symphony carried by the gentle breeze.

Under the watchful gaze of the silver moon,
They move as one to nature’s tune.
Eyes like embers, glowing bright,
Guardians of the mystic night.

In the forest deep, where secrets lie,
They roam the earth, wild and spry.
With every step, a story told,
Of ancient lands and legends old.

In their world, untamed and free,
They dance in shadows, wild with glee.
A reminder of the untamed soul,
In the land where the wolves patrol.