Unbridled Fury
In the depths of the forest, where shadows writhe and twist,
A beast of unyielding fury, a force of primal might,
A wolf with spirit that rages like a tempest’s wild fire,
Unleashing torrents of wrath, as the earth trembles and quakes.
Like a storm that ravages, leaving ruin in its wake,
He stalks his prey, an unrelenting hunter, unswayed by fear or doubt,
His eyes blaze with an inner fire, a burning ferocity that sears,
As he stalks his quarry, relentless and merciless, his will unbroken.
His paws pound the earth, a thunderous drumbeat in the night,
As he pursues his prey, his hunger unsatisfied, his rage unquenched,
His howl echoes through the trees, a haunting, mournful cry,
As he claims his territory, his domain, his dominance unyielding.
His spirit is a maelstrom, a whirlpool of untamed power,
A force that cannot be contained, a storm that will not abate,
He is the embodiment of chaos, a wild and savage thing,
Unstoppable, unrelenting, his fury unbound.
Like a comet blazing across the sky, he leaves his mark,
A trail of destruction, a path of devastation, as he rages on,
His roar thunders through the ages, a clarion call to arms,
As he stands tall, unbroken, unyielding, his spirit unshaken.
His legend will live on, a testament to his unyielding might,
A tale of untamed fury, of unrelenting passion and primal light,
For he is the wolf with spirit, unstoppable and free,
A force that will rage on forever, wild and unbroken.
