In the wilds where the moonlight gleams,

In the wilds where the moonlight gleams, A wolf and a hound doth roam, Their presence felt in haunting dreams, As they wander far from home. Their howls pierce through the still of night, A symphony of eerie sound, A warning to all who take flight, Lest they too be hunted down. The wolf with fur as black as coal, Sharp teeth that gleam in the light, The hound with eyes that pierce the soul, Each a fearsome and wondrous sight. Together they roam, Eastward bound, Drawn by the pull of the moon, A hazard of life that can be found, When the hunter becomes the boon. Magical and powerful they be, Protected by the spirits of old, With every step they journey free, In a world that's uncontrolled. For those who dare to cross their path, Beware the danger that lies in wait, For the wolf and hound to show their wrath, A curse that seals your fate. So listen well and hear their call, As they roam across the land, For they bring with them the rise and fall, Of a world that's wild and grand.