Wolf
In the heart of the wilderness, under the moon’s cold light,
There prowls a creature, a shadow in the night.
With eyes of ember and a coat as dark as the abyss,
The wolf emerges, a symbol of untamed bliss.
Oh, the wolf, the wild, the free, the brave,
Roaming the forests, the mountains his enclave.
In the silence of the night, hear his haunting song,
An epic melody, powerful and strong.
He runs with the wind, like a wisp in the breeze,
Through the snow-capped peaks, with such an ease.
In his heart, the spirit of the wild resides,
In a world where nature herself guides.
Oh, the wolf, in his eyes the northern lights glow,
An epic tale of survival, of life below zero.
Hear his song echo, through the valley, over the rift,
A testament to his spirit, a precious gift.
Epic is his journey, under the moon’s silver glow,
Through the harshest winters, and the fresh-fallen snow.
Yet, he endures, with a heart so bold,
In his howl, his epic story is told.
Oh, the wolf, his howl rings out in the night,
A symphony of the wild, bathed in moonlight.
Epic and timeless, his melody takes flight,
The wolf howls on, a beacon in the night.
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