Like a ghost of smoke and fur
this child of luna's nocturnal silver light
wanders through the myst draped wild lands
a patient hunter watching unwary prey
it's the silent death within the shadows
whos eyes stare bright hidden in the dark
a gentle predator within its fallen realm
misunderstood symbol of nature's wrath
with a bitter sweet tounge's howl
their voices raise in a serene chorus
giving praise to the velvet darkness
crying a lament unto the night....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem