The Choir of the Night

Choir of the Night

As night drowns out a waning day,
Wolves run wild in the north,
Between the pines kissed by the chill,
Swaying gently back and forth.

Their haunting howls break through the calm,
The sacred song of the pack,
With heads raised high and voices clear,
A choir in the shadowed black.

They are heard by the moon and stars,
The strongest lights in the sky.
Beacons in the sea of shadows,
Answering their mystic cries.

As their solo draws to a close,
The song of the night complete,
They stand alone but together,
Their souls bound by nature's beat.