Wolf

Phantoms of the light
Gods of the night
Their voices echo through the trees
Spirits of the earth
By innocence a birth
As invisible as the breeze

Eyes of gold
Knowledge of old
But named as a silent beast
Hated in time
For the natural crime
Of killing for the fill of a feast

Clothed by the night
Shunned by the light
Their beauty shimmers in their fur
By a silhouette painted
Their voices untainted
Only ghosts left were they were.