Black wolf
A lone silent hunter, in the still of night
With a heart unyielding; eyes sharp and bright
Through the howls of wind, whispers of Fate
He prowls through shadows, searching for a mate
Beneath the moon's silver glow
He howls longingly, trudging through the snow
His fur, a dark raven, a cloak 'gainst the cold,
A sentinel lone, in the depths of the old.
He's a hunter, a prowler, with eyes sharp and keen,
His enemies tremble, in the shadows, unseen.
Through the forests he roams, on the path to his goal,
To claim the title, the Alpha, his natural role.
With teeth like cold steel, and a heart strong untamed
He conquers the darkness, each trial unnamed .
In the depths of the wilderness, he'll rise to the call,
A black wolf, a leader, to conquer them all.
In the quiet of twilight, by the moon's silver song
He's a symbol of strength, as he drifts along
A black wolf stands, majestic and strong
Hunting his enemies, fighting to belong.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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