Glowing golden globes of light,
making their way through the night.
Silent steps, shuffling fur,
making sounds like a purr.
The beating heart, true and pure,
leading prey with its lure.
A blight upon the world! They say,
Death to all! They pray.
The wolf moves, regardless of these words,
from the kings, the queens or knightly lords.
Quietly moving paws,
home to deadly claws.
Teeth glistening white,
bright in the mid-night light.
And the beating heart, pure and true,
waiting for someone like you.