Waiting upon a wolf,

The woman in white stands,

Holding a white flower,

Eyes open and staring,

She stands and waits for him,

But he is not coming,

Her dress begins to rip,

She looks down at the rags,

Her mouth forms a sad frown,

"He's not coming?" she asks,

Her sister shakes her head,

The woman in white runs,

"Stop!" her sister calls,

The woman ignores her,

Holding the white flower,

She walks inside his house,

Seeing the sight of death,

The rose slips and falls down,

He didn't come because,

Because he died of course.