To a Wolf Who Hunts Dogs
When I was just a young pup,
A moment that made my fear erupt.
The dogs ivory fangs tore my flesh,
The beastly snarl called for the angel of death.
That day died the human child,
Born that day was a wolf in the wild.
A hunter was made that day at a heavy cost,
The price, a child's innocence lost.
No I have fangs and claws of my own,
Now I sit upon the killers throne,
I hunt him now, and all his kin,
A lesson to be learned,
When a wolf fights a dog,
The wolf always wins.