Colin Farrell and the White Werewolf By Mina Wolf Beneath a moon so vast and bright,Where shadows danced with silver light,There walked a man, both bold and fair,With piercing gaze and raven hair.Colin Farrell, with charm so wild,A rebel's heart, a poet's child.Through winds of fate, his path did wend,Where stories start and worlds transcend.In the woods, a howl did rise,A white werewolf with burning yellow eyes.Majestic beast, with fur like snow,A guardian of realms no mortals know.Their meeting sparked a tale untold,Of courage rare and spirits bold.The werewolf growled, a primal sound,But in Farrell's eyes, no fear was found."Who are you, man, that walks my land,With no weapon clutched in your steady hand?"Colin smiled, a roguish grin,"The only fight I bring is within."Through nights of frost and endless stars,They journeyed far past earthly scars.A bond was formed, both strange and true,A man, a beast, a world anew.The werewolf taught him primal lore,Of moonlit hunts and ancient war.While Colin shared with gentle pride,The dreams that burned so fierce inside.Together they roamed, both beast and man,Guardians of the untamed span.Through forest deep and mountain high,They chased the dawn and claimed the sky.So tell the tale where legends lie,Of Colin Farrell and yellow eyes.For in the dark where shadows dwell,A bond was forged that none could quell.
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