The best night of the year, is finally here
My new love, grab the hiking gear, wine and towel
tonight the wolf king will howl
Come with me, away
Through the moon soaked bay
where the forest swallows the road and
the darkness turns to vapor, the pines are ink and paper
Grab my hand through these bushes, take your shoes off for these cobbles
Stop here at this cliff, look down I insist
Watch
for the wolf of the grotto
Once a year he appears
silver-fire seared
uhh what
another wolf has appeared
okay that one’s not as cool but just ignore that and gaze
On the wolf king ablaze
Leaving glowing ashes behind, the best of his kind
Stalks to the crest of the grotto and inhales, a bristling flame to its tail
The whole forest curves for the wolf’s scream without words
I grab your hand tighter for the wolf king’s howl, the dry night’s lighter
wait why is it stopping
ahh some more wolves just showed up
okay this is starting to be
too many wolves
okay i don’t know why there’s randomly, such a calamity
this number-of-wolves depravity
but let’s agree to move on
and focus on the wolf king’s song
Ah! A tension from his snout to his rear, it would appear
the Wolf King will, through his subjects irritating chatter, howl still
Come in close, my dear, ignore that other wolf peeing and hear
sonic perfection, piercingly clear, the moment it swallows the world is so near
wait what a bunch of wolves just walked in front of him
jesus christ
sorry, this is embarrassing
oh perfect now they’re doing their little howls too
whatever, this night’s a bust, let’s go home
I’m fine, I don’t care
thanks a lot, wolves