The Call of the Moon

Young warriors of the night,

Only one can answer

Under the

Call of the pale moon.

An emanating power of

Nocturnal essence,

Never failing,

Omniscient

Till the dawn breaks its

Hold.

In silence they watch,

Deep golden orbs

Engulfed in the shadows,

Fearless as they

Roam, The Guardians

Of the Call of the

Moon.

Tireless, they sing;

Howls of praise part the silence,

Entrancing songs directed towards the

Heavens.

Instinct overpowers their control,

Dominating power of those

Determined to protect,

Ever-watchful warriors of the

Night.