With brilliance and fire enters the wild one.

They see the free-flowing fur groomed by the midnight breeze, reflecting moonlight and fire.

The large bright eyes like mirrors, perfectly matching the shade of this creature's mane.

This wild one comes into the light out of the night, untamed and free.

This one is the night, with the essence of dawn's spirit within.

What called this beast into civilization's electric arena? The music called the savage soul.

Tonight's velvet breeze carried the song and the sighs of the guitar deep into the darkness.

The music was the flame that drew in the beast from the moonlight landscape from which this restless rainbow roams.

The eyes reflect the pure raw fire of the untamed soul within. Is this one evil or innocent?

This mystery is history to be recorded, the legend of the Wolf.

Some to be chilled by it's diamond-sharp fangs, yet a select few will be warmed by this handsome smile.

Wisdom and the purity of youth radiate and burn behind the dark gaze, distant yet piercing the eyes forever burn in your memory.

And the music like a feather from the wings of the soul, as we ride the breeze into destiny, fantasy, the wild one soars among us upon the music like magic and madness.

The wild one forever a mystery and whispered melody of the sacred symphony of the Moon.

The Wolf is my brother, my spirit is the Wolf to run free in the hunt each night.

Music will feed the hunger and secure the light.

And p.s. Do not fear the wild ones, unless you fear children in the sun.

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