In a silver grove where shadows wane, A fairy girl dances soft in the rain. Her laughter, like chiming bells, fills the glade, Where a wolf boy watches, in sorrow arrayed. His eyes, the hue of a storm-tossed sea, Reflect a heart that longs to be free. Scarred and weary, he roams the night, Beneath the tender glow of the moon's light. Loneliness howls in his soul's deep hollow, Yet love for the fairy makes his heart follow. She weaves dreams in her delicate flight, While his love aches, hidden from sight. The moon, a witness, hangs in the sky, Guiding the wolf boy's tearful sigh. But in the fairy's eyes, he hopes to find, A love to heal and a heart entwined.