The One With The Wolves

The one with the wolves, I summon the night,

Trees sway in the moon's gentle light,

Through the whispering woods where wild souls tread,

I’m cradled by nature, in this wilderness led.

Veins of the earth pulse beneath my stride,

Roots weaving stories that time cannot hide,

Mother Nature murmurs, her voice like a breeze,

Her age-old wisdom flows through the shivering leaves.

 

I am the howl in the dark, the keeper of fate,

Eyes of a wolf, in the stillness, I wait,

Beneath the vast sky, where the mysteries gleam,

In the arms of the wild, I find my heart’s dream.

 

Owl in the branches, a guardian serene,

Watching the world with a gaze so keen,

In the depths of night, insight cuts through the haze,

Guiding the lost, igniting their blaze.

 

Stars flicker above, like whispers of time,

Echoes of struggles, both bitter and prime,

I wander through shadows, embrace every sight,

In the core of the forest, I’m fierce and I’m bright.

 

In the grip of the earth, where the darkness entwines,

I’m the voice of the ancients, the blood in the pines,

Mother Earth weeps for the souls that have strayed,

But I rise with the dawn, through the chaos displayed.

 

Beneath the twilight, where the shadows converge,

A symphony rises, and the wild things surge,

I dance with the spirits, untamed and unbound,

In the stillness of twilight, my true self is found.

 

I’m the shadow that dances with thunder's embrace,

The whispers of freedom, the wild’s own grace.

With the moon as my guide, I’ll forever belong,

In the heart of the wild, where my spirit grows strong.