Night of the Wolf

As the moonlight reaches the vast space of the night sky,

The leaves whistle and wave gracefully into the wooden grounds,

Thoughts of survival and hunger fill its deceiving look,

Where the faltering howl from its complacent breath,

Covers the depleting, unreliable forest,

The revealing flesh and blood signify its hatred towards others,

While the razor-like fangs rip into its petrified victim,

Hoping for a way out from its curtailing life,

The brutal sounds of the everlasting torture,

Fail to stop the way of its massive structure,

As the pant of his breath is growing every second,

The never-ending tracks of the night truly belong to the wolf.