In shadowed woods where whispers wine,
Where moonlit nights and secrets dine,
Three spirits ancient, three souls divine,
Merge in mystic dance, a creature to enshrine.

The Crow, with eyes that gleam like stars at night,
Bearer of omens, with wings so tight,
Its caw, a riddle wrapped in flight,
Its wisdom vast, its spirit bright.

The Raven, cloaked in midnight's hue,
Guides through darkness, forever true,
With feathers soft as a poet's view,
It speaks of worlds, both old and new.

The Wolf, with a fiery heart and a soul so wild,
Teacher of the moon's child,
Its howl a symphony, unrehearsed and compiled,
A creature of the earth, untamed and reviled.

Now gather around, as the moon's glow unfurls,
These three converge, so the earth quivers and swirls,
A creature born of forgotten myths and bygone worlds,
Where night meets...