Moonlit Guardians
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure stands, in mystic gray.
With wolves by her side, a sacred trust,
Together they guard, the mystic dust.
Her hair flows like the moon's pale light,
As she summons forth, the endless night.
The wolves, with eyes aglow like embers bright,
Stand vigilant, through the silent fight.
In this ethereal scene, we find our way,
To a realm where magic holds its sway.
The woman's cloak, a dark, flowing sea,
Contrasts with the wolves' wild liberty.
The artist's brush, with skill divine,
Has captured the essence, of this mystic shrine.
A moment frozen, in time's relentless flight,
Where the moon's soft beams, illuminate the night.
And we, the viewers, are drawn into this spell,
Where the boundaries blur, and the mystic tale unfolds.