In the woods of wonder, beyond mortal sight,

There dwell the creatures of the night, Amidst the shadows and moonlit glades,

The angelic wolves roam in heavenly shades.

Their fur is pure as snow, their eyes a crystal blue,

And on their backs, they carry wings of dew,

They run with grace, their paws never touching the ground,

Their howls, a melody that echoes all around.