Black Wolf

 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