Song of the Wolf

Beneath the shadow of night's dark cloak,
A primal yearning, my spirit awoke,
Upon a hill, beneath the stars,
A wolf's refrain, it echoes far.

My muzzle raised to touch the sky,
A mournful howl, my lonesome cry,
The moonlight glistens on my fur,
A silver glow, a wistful stir.

The forest whispers, secrets deep,
I close my eyes, the past I keep,
My heart, it aches for distant kin,
A call to them, my song begins.

For in the moonlight's tender gleam,
I feel a presence, a distant dream,
Of tales untold, and spirits wild,
The beating heart of earth and child.

And so I howl, my sorrowed plea,
An ancient bond, that yearns to be,
A wolf's lament, a moonlight serenade,
This song, forever, shall not fade.