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In the forest dark and deep,
Where shadows in the moonlight creep,
A mournful howl splits the night,
Chilling hearts with eerie fright.

Beneath the ancient, gnarled oak,
Lies the wolf, a ghostly cloak,
Its eyes aglow with haunting flame,
Whispering a forgotten name.

Through the mist it prowls with grace,
A spectral form in cursed place,
Its fur as dark as midnight's veil,
Telling tales of woeful wail.

On nights when clouds obscure the moon,
The wolf sings out its lonesome tune,
A song of sorrow, death, and woe,
From depths where no man dares to go.

Legends speak of a cursed night,
When the wolf met fate's cruel bite,
A human's wrath, a lover's plea,
Now bound in dark eternity.

With each full moon it roams the land,
A ghostly figure, lone and grand,
Seeking vengeance, seeking rest,
In its heart, a hollow quest.

It stalks the paths where shadows blend,
Awaiting prey where roads may end,
Its howl a signal, pure and clear,
To fill the bravest hearts with fear.

So heed the warning, traveler bold,
When stories of the wolf are told,
For in the dark, where shadows lie,
The ghostly wolf's keen watchful eye.

Beware the forest's haunted keep,
Where ancient secrets do not sleep,
For once you hear that mournful call,
The wolf's embrace will end it al<

Written By: 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈_₣ØØⱠ