Sleep, young wolf, who can't see the light,
Bathe in the moment, rejoice in respite
As the night lingers on, relinquish your fear,
And forget that you've broken everything that you hold dear.
Forget your alone, forget your afraid,
Forget the hatred of the ones you betrayed.
Remember the time you trusted a pack?
What you would do to get it all back?
The trust, the love, the one of your dreams?
But you remember how it felt, waking up to their screams.
You'll remember it well, the stress of your past,
All the scars it will leave, the memoirs of the past.
Your days will be spent hiding from the pain.
Your night will be spent in your fear and disdain.
Yet while you sleep, no fears you'll confront,
For you will be reliving the thrill of the hunt.
Hunts of the present, hunts of the past,
Hunts of the future, assuming you'll last.
Meeting new people, you'll forge a new path,
You'll find a way to confront your own wrath.
Alas, it's a dream, it's course will be run;
And before you realize it, a new has begun.
