Whispers of the Wolf
through shadowed pines and drifting snow
a silver ghost moves soft and slow
eyes like embers, burning bright
a watcher in the frozen night
the moonlight carves his silhouette
a fleeting shape, a whispered threat
not of malice, nor of hate
but of a world that seals its fate
his voice, a song upon the air
a mournful cry, a hunter’s prayer
echoing through hollow stone
calling kin, yet left alone
wild and free, yet chased, betrayed
by hands that fear what won’t obey
but still he runs, through dark, through light
the untamed heart, the soul of night
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