She Is Wilder Than the Night

In the depths of the forest, she roams free,

Under the moon's enchanting glow.

A spirit untamed, wild and fierce,

In her veins, the ancient winds blow.

With eyes that pierce the darkest night,

And a heart that echoes the primal call.

She dances with shadows, a creature of might,

Her spirit unchained, she stands tall.

In her, the wilderness finds its voice,

In every step, a symphony of grace.

She is the embodiment of untamed choice,

A creature of the wild, in her rightful place.

With every howl, she claims her domain,

A queen of the night, untethered and bold.

In her, the wild and the woman remain,

She is more wolf than woman, fierce and untold.