Hear the Wolf howl of delight, under the pale moon lite.See the amber
glow in the dark of the nite.Hear the pack, brothers and sisters, sing
in pure delight as the nite comes, as the nite comes.Under the moon and
under the stars they run, pure freedom, pure love, pure alive.
The feel of fresh air blowing the fur, the feel of the known path under
paw.Amber eyes close and familiar scents abound.The pack runs thru the
dark of nite, close knit, bonded.See the scurry, sense the fear, prey
comes quick, the hunt begins.
Amber eyes glow from the darkness, breath steams in the moonlite.Slowly
he steps from the dark, darker than nite, the wolf comes.Black shaggey
fur wind swept and shiney.A scar crossing his eye from days long past.He
wears his age well this master of the nite.Up the path he trots, up to
his wind swept clifftop he goes.Looking down over wood and valle He has
known for many a year.He lifts his massive black fured head and howls
long and eerily into the nite, His long beautiful song.
Beneath the star lite sky, under the crescent moon, a shadow moves
darker than the nite herself.Amber eyes aglow as he trots down the
path.The wind caressing and blowing his fur.He is master of the nite and
Lord of the deep wood.He is the Spirit of mountain and forest.He comes
as a shadow in the nite.
The thunder crashes and the lightening flashes heavy rains fall and the
Earth is cleansed.Out of the storm the amber eyes blaze as the rain
lessens, the clouds slip away.
As the cool mountain air brings on the nite.Amber eyes shine in the
darkening eve.Black of coat,scar running down over his left eye.He has
seen much in the passage of time.He trots from his cave high within his
mountain fortress.Looking down from clifftop he surveys the valleys and
woods below.Raising his massive black shaggy head he howls long and
eerily into the darkening nite for all to hear.Letting all his brothers
and sisters know He is Here he has awakened
To hear their howl amongst the wood is pure music to the ear.The pad of
the foot,the puff of breath in the cold nite air.They are the elusive
shadows that rule the wild places.They guard the mountain and
wood,watching,listening,singing into the nite.They are the true Spirit
of the wild and their call needs to be heard far and near.
The time of the Fullmoon,time of the Wolf Banes bloom.The howl in the
still of the nite.The, fog concealing all, the amber eyes aglow, the pad
of paw, the puff of breath.Silent shadows of the nite, slipping thru
the shades of the fog.Eyes aglow, ears alert, noses sensing all.They
move as one slipping thru the nite.Brothers and sisters all, pack united
unto death.
