In the heart of the midnight woods, they roam,
Silhouettes against the moon’s soft glow,
With eyes that pierce the twilight dome,
Guardians of secrets only they know.

Their howls echo through the ancient trees,
A symphony of wild and free,
They move with grace in the whispering breeze,
Shadows in an endless sea.

Beneath the stars, their spirits rise,
Together they hunt, together they thrive,
In their world, no deceit, no lies,
Only the primal instinct to survive.

Wolves of the night, fierce and proud,
Bonds unbroken, voices loud,
In their unity, they stand unbowed,
Forever wild, forever unclouded.