With fur of midnight, eyes like burning embers,
Direhowl stands tall, where fear remembers.
His howl, a tremor, shaking earth and bone,
A creature primal, never quite alone.
He stalks the night, a hunter swift and keen,
Moonlight paints his fur, a fearsome scene.
His senses sharp, his claws like deadly knives,
A predator’s instinct, guiding ancient lives.
But deep within, beneath the savage call,
A yearning whispers, breaking down the wall.
For warmth and kindness, in the moonlit glow,
A gentler spirit, struggling to show.
The whispers echo, tales of ages past,
Of howling wolves, the legends that won’t last.
But Direhowl seeks a different story’s start,
Where shadows fade, and trust mends the broken heart.
Oh, Direhowl, echo of the wild and free,
May gentle dawn dispel the shadows’ plea.
Embrace the good, where moonlight softens might,
And find your solace, bathed in morning’s light.
For in your soul, where power and kindness blend,
True strength resides, beyond the journey’s end.
And howling voice, with newfound harmony,
Will sing a song, for all the world to see.