Moonlit Dominion

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A mystic queen emerges, guiding the way. Her silver hair flows like a river's stream, As she walks with wolves, a spectral dream. The creatures of the night, with eyes aglow, Follow her path, as if drawn by unseen flow. Her gown, a misty aura, whispers secrets cold, As the moon above, a glowing orb, doth unfold. The wolves, with fur like mist, and eyes like burning coal, Move as one, a testament to her mystic role. In this eerie landscape, where darkness reigns, The queen and her companions weave a mystic refrain. Their steps, a slow and solemn cadence, keep, As they traverse realms, where mortal hearts do creep. The air is thick with magic, and an otherworldly might, As the queen and her wolves, a spectral procession, take flight. In this realm of dreams, where fantasy and myth entwine, The moonlit dominion of the queen, a mystic truth, doth shine.