Silver fur glistening beneath waning moonlight
Creeping shadows slithering like crumbling granite
Decaying trees of withering bark concealing silent assassins
Surrounding their prey with glowing fangs of dripping acid
Blood mist of clouding poison clinging to victim\'s lungs
An unsettling fog of fear chasing like pounding drums
Swirling haze of endless chaos embedding natural instinct
Inevitable starving darkness dealing choking death instant
Lost within a labyrinth of gnarled trees a young boy travels alone
Beneath the cruel twisted branches, under a cold graphite moon
A deep ancient anger growls from deep within the forest
Haunted roots draw from tainted soil of hatred nourished
Jet black fur concealed by silky midnight manes
Pulling carts of flickering lanterns and leather reins
A silhouette clutching the sinking depths of the abyss
Rattling chains reverberating off thoughts forging apocalypse
Chilling howling rendering through the still night air
Ominous rustling leaves playing instruments of despair
The pounding of small footsteps and the rasp of rapid breathing
Followed by creatures snarling, the scrape of metal and piercing screaming
The wretched path twists and turns, ends of the infinite maze meet
A child stands face to face with silver wolves without retreat
The thundering of crystal hooves rumbles in the stormy distance
Stallions invisible in the night reveal their secret existence
Natural beings of silver and silk, flesh and bone
Dragged into a work of art more rugged than solid stone
Within this forest only one creature can be heard playing a tune
The silver wolves singing their song beneath the graphite moon