The Song of the Wolf
Your fir like the mist
From the shores of the sea,
Your paws beat the ground
As a soft melody.
On nights when the sky
Is the realm of the moon,
You throw back your head
And you howl out your tune.
The hands of the wind
Raise your cry through the night,
It flows through my blood
As I listen and write.
The voice of the hills
Softly echoes the tune,
The song of the wolf
That he sings to the moon.
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