In the still of the night
Underneath a silver silent moon
A pack of wolves roam
Their howls echoing in the dark sky
As they search for their prey
Their piercing eyes gleaming with hunger

They move like ghosts
Through the shadows and trees
Their fur glistening in the moonlight
A fierce and majestic sight to see
But beneath their wild facade
Lurks a deep and sorrowful pain

For they too feel the weight of loss
As they mourn their fallen pack members
Their cries a haunting melody
A symphony of sorrow and grief
Echoing through the endless night

The moon watches over them
A silent witness to their pain
She knows the secrets they keep
And the sacrifices they make
For the survival of their kind

As the dark skies stretch on
And the wolves continue their hunt
The moon shines down upon them
A comforting presence in the night
For even in their sorrow
They are never truly alone

So let the wolves howl
And the moon shine bright
For in this silver silent night
They find solace in each other's company
And in the beauty of the wild
Where sorrow and strength intertwine.