I've seen the wolf

amidst the village.

He travels with the moon,

and holds an image

of the Island in his head.

 

There are remnants

upon his name as the day breaks.

 

He sees clearly at night,

and retains due process

of the lessons his Master’s

taught him.

 

To his eyes one must gaze.

With the affliction of his

teaching, pain must be

bared; sheep shall perish.

 

There is no village,

where he may place claim.

The Island requires he learn to swim.