The Children of the Moon

When darkness falls upon the forest

When the moon shines its light upon the earth

Only then do the children of the moon come out to play

Sleek and gray they are

Muscles pulsing beneath their fur

Teeth white as snow and sharp as diamonds

Their song rings throughout the night

Awakening their greatest enemy and fear

Who can kill them from afar on land and in air

The sound of Man reaches the children of the moon

With haste, they flee, but death has already begun to rain from above

One by one, wolves fall wounded or killed on the spot

The same air that once held song is now filled snarls and growls

The wounded fight their pain to flee with their kin

However, their fate had been sealed by the first wound

The blood of the innocent children of the moon stain the ground

Never again will the slain dance and sing again

The moon and stars watch the slaughter with grave and mourning light

News stars will be among them this night…

Many more are soon to join…