A Wolf Rising Above
In the shadowed forest, where moonlight weaves,
A solitary wolf roams, its spirit unyielding,
Eyes like silver coins, keen and unafraid,
It treads the path of stars, destiny revealing.
As a lone sentinel a howl breaks the silence,
echoes through the pines,
A symphony of longing, a primal call to the night.
The wolf stands tall, its fur brushed by moonshine,
Defying darkness, it claims its right to fight.
Being the Moon’s confidante, secrets shared,
As it dances on dew-kissed leaves, with myriad spectral waltzes,
The wolf’s eyes hold ancient tales, wisdom bared,
In lunar whispers, it finds solace, strength, and falseness.
In the footprints of resilience his paws leave imprints on frost-kissed earth,
Each step is a testament to resilience, to survival.
Through blizzards and tempests, it proves its worth,
A symphony of footprints, a wolf’s primal revival.
With silent echoes the forest listens, echoes of its journey unfold,
Of hunger, loss, and battles fought under starlight.
Yet the wolf persists, its spirit unbreakably bold,
Silent echoes of courage, etched in the silent night.
Blessed beneath the crescent moon, it raises its muzzle high,
Acknowledging the celestial blessing, the cosmic tie.
For in solitude, it finds purpose, wings for flight,
A solitary wolf, ascending, refusing to die.
Up into the windswept peaks, it climbs, fur ruffled by gales,
To where the air thins, and stars become its kin.
The summit awaits—a throne for untold tales—
A wolf crowned by constellations, fierce and thin.
His eyes of amber pierce the veil of time and space,
Gazing beyond valleys, forests, and forgotten lore.
The wolf’s howl reverberates, a primal embrace,
Claiming its place among legends, forevermore.
So with the solitary wolf, against all odds, ascends,
Not as a victim, but as victor, against fate’s cruel hand.
Its howl echoes through eternity, a song that transcends,
For in rising above, it becomes the very essence of land.
