Beneath the silver glow where the shadows play, A lone wolf wanders through the night and fray. With eyes like embers, burning deep in the dark, He howls to the moon, a haunting, fierce spark. Through the whispering trees, where the lost souls sigh, He roams through the silence, with the stars as his guide. Each step is a story, each breath holds a dream, In the heart of the night, nothing’s ever as it seems. Howling at the moonlight, breaking through the night, The lone wolf stands tall, ready for the fight. With the pulse of the wild echoing through his heart, In the dance of the shadows, he’ll never depart. In the depths of the forest, where the whispers grow loud, He carries the burden of a soul unbowed. With the spirit of freedom coursing through his veins, He embraces the darkness, uncaging his pains. With memories etched deep in the fabric of time, He races with the wind, every heartbeat a rhyme. Through valleys of sorrow, he’ll rise from the fall, In the symphony of night, he’ll answer the call. Howling at the moonlight, breaking through the night, The lone wolf stands tall, ready for the fight. With the pulse of the wild echoing through his heart, In the dance of the shadows, he’ll never depart. So let the night cradle him in its embrace, With the howl of the wolf, he’ll find his place. In the tapestry of stars, he weaves his own fate, As the lone wolf howls, he’ll never hesitate. Howling at the moonlight, breaking through the night, The lone wolf stands tall, ready for the fight. With the pulse of the wild echoing through his heart, In the dance of the shadows, he’ll never depart. As dawn starts to break, casting light on the trail, The lone wolf remains, in the whispers of the gale. In the echo of legends, his story won’t fade, Howling under moonlight, forever unafraid.