Legend and real, stories told from generations ago,

In the dark of night, somewhere within the hills, a cry.

When the moon is full a beast stalks its prey, teeth so sharp,

Man would be the hunted as it’s told on these fog filled nights.

The wolf will come, does this creature of old speak in howls,

It does live, out there in the hills this animal of story does hunt.

Fast and strong with eyes fixed on that which enters its world,

Between legend and reality this creation from god does exist,

Listen for the howl in the night, echoes from the wolf that stalks tonight.

Keith Garrett