Howl

Howl, howl, and cry

While the moon rests in the sky.

O white wolf won't you sing?

With bliss my ears will surely ring

From a chime deep within your musical thing.

This thing for which I do not know

O white wolf covered in snow.

Won't you sing for me tonight?

And make all right?

Like an ember in the night

You are my lilly light.

Before I lay my head to sleep

Without the slightest hint of a meep.

Like a hunter on the prowl

No noise heard, deep nor shallow

But the mournful song of your powerful howl.