The Wolf
The shepherd cares not for the wolf,
Weathered inside and devoid of hope.
Who then should the broken seek
When the sword refuse the sheath?
Tempered with a hammer of malice,
Pining for drink but declining the chalice.
The hubris of the just but fair
Neglects the thoughts the wolf must bear.
So, the packless beast must hide
Until his God has risen and died.