In the shadows of the night,
Long ago in the deep forest,
The last wolf would often creep.
His howls echoed out at night,
A lonely song, a mournful sight.
His pack is gone, he's all alone,
But he runs free, towards the unknown.
His coat was as black as the midnight sky,
His eyes shone like stars up high,
His howl echoes through the trees,
Filling the night with desperate pleas.
No family left, no place called home.
He roamed the woods, full of grace,
A proud wolf, in a lonely place.
But then one day he disappeared.
He went, and died in forest all alone.
And though he's gone, we can't forget,
The beauty of that proud wolf yet.
A legend left for us to tell,
The last wolf is now resting well.
And though we might not hear his howl,
We'll never forget the majestic growl.
©kami
K