Wild Wolves Howl at the Moon
Strange things are going on beyond the stars
Wild Wolves Howl at the Moon
Wild wolves howl at the moon tonight,
A symphony beneath the silver light.
Echoes dance through the midnight air,
A song of freedom, raw and rare.
Their voices rise, a mournful cry,
As shadows stretch across the sky.
Beneath the stars, their spirits roam,
In the wild, they find their home.
The forest whispers, secrets deep,
As the wolves through darkness creep.
Their howl a call, both fierce and free,
A reminder of the wild, unchained destiny.
Tonight, the moon is their guide,
As they run where instincts collide.
In the silence that follows their song,
The wolves know where they belong.
Through ancient trees and starlit streams,
They chase the whispers of their dreams.
Each step is a mark of nature’s might,
A wild journey through the night.
The wind carries their haunting song,
A tale of where they’ve been, and belong.
In the vastness, they are not alone.
The moon and the wolves, are one and grown.
With every howl, they touch the sky,
A bond with the earth that never dies.
In the darkness, they find their sight,
For wild wolves howl at the moon tonight.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Great article and describes wolves perfectly and I do believe each howl tells a story or a feeling of something.
Such a powerful, beautiful poem, Marie!