Baskadia

Beneath the fading moon's soft glow,

The last wolf treads where shadows flow.

A sentinel of ages old,

In tales of wilderness, its story told.

Majestic spirit, fierce and wild,

Guardian of the night, undefiled.

Legends woven through the trees,

Whisper of strength in every breeze.

Lone survivor of a primal land,

Pawprints etched in the shifting sand.

Eyes that hold the secrets deep,

In twilight's realm, its vigil to keep.

Oh, last wolf, your howl shall fade,

But in our hearts, your memory's laid.

A symbol of nature's grace and might,

Forever living in starlit night.