There once was a Wolf and a Man with a spear,

The Wolf merely watched, for what should HE fear?

The Man wandered forest, plain, and ravine,

Searching out food for child and queen.

With senses so keen, the Wolf he kept watch

As the Man struggled, and every hunt botched.

Said the Wolf to his Mate, "Much like a pup

This Man creature is." And so he got up.

But his Mate held him tight, knowing his fate,

"Man Is deceiving, believe not his state!"

The Wolf wriggled free as she shed a tear

And ran to the Man trapped in hunger and fear.

The man lay in blood, defiant but weak,

Surrounded by beasts neither mild nor meek.

They closed in on him, their own hungers great,

But the Wolf chased them off; this would not be Man's fate.

"Rise," said the Wolf, "and quick, lick your wounds.

Be light on your feet, for they will return soon."

The Man did as he bade, and off they did go,

Through forest and plain and all the way home.

The Wolf taught the Man how not to be seen,

To be swift and precise, to keep senses clean.

This sort of kindness Man could not understand

Consumed by his fear, Wolf's blood stained his hands.

As the wolf died, his Mate wailed and moaned

Her heart was aggrieved, but his fate had been known.

Forewarning, however, was no recompense,

And soon, in her anguish, Wolf's Mate sought revenge.

"Man, he shall suffer," she swore by the Moon,

"for what he has done, and all his will do."

Her howl was enough to raise the Man's fur

And deep in his belly the Wolf gave a stir.

As the Moon rose, so did the Wolf's rage.

He could not return, but he could assuage

His mate's suffering, for she had been right,

So he took the Man's form and gave him his might.

The Man crumpled fast under the Wolf's iron will.

His queen's blood was warm; her death-cries were shrill.

Man's home soon rang out a concerto of fear

And this time Wolf's Mate did not shed a tear.

Wolf in Man's form drowned his village in red

And as the sun rose, every person was dead.

"What have I done?!" screamed the Man to the sky,

And once again found in blood he did lie.

He could not accept what he had done,

But the Wolf's Mate would not let him run.

Death would avoid him, so too would his kind

And any he touched, for her vengeance was blind.

Every full moon Wolf answered his Mate,

To destroy all he built, remind Man of his fate.

Never again would the two be parted,

Trapping Man forever in the war he had started.