The Howling captures my soul
As the Moon rises in the dark
The Abyss beckons to me
From the bottom of my Heart

The running of the padded feet
Dart swiftly in the woods
On the Hunt for Blood and Glory
As thristing Warriors do

The Howling captures my soul
and brings me to my knees
As the Wolf lifts its Head
And Sings for all of the Trees

Shinning fur drenched dark in Red
Glistens in the Eye of the beholder
As a Prince of Darkness vanishes Into the Shadows of his Black Realm

So sing then O Glorius Nomad of the woods
With the Sorrows of Knowledge
Of the World to be for those
Who call upon your Dismal Life
With the Breath of Unspoken Tears
 
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