White Wolf,
Do you smell Cheza--
The moonflower that sings so innocently?
Paradise a dream—
A dream you chase so fervently.
Your pack of one
Now a pack of six.
Journeys all have Vighneshvara.
White Wolf,
Are you ready?
The path bathed in blood,
Cheza will you lose.
Is paradise worth it?
Flowers are not to be human.
The end so bittersweet—
The fight difficult—
The pack paved the path—
All for you, in their blood.
Paradise you receive—
The prize?
Your pack lives on.
Do you remember,
White Wolf?
Or have you forgotten.
Cheza will always be there,
The moonflower, so sweet,
That you came to love,
And lost.
Vighneshvara is a hindu god--Lord of Obstacles.
Disclaimer--I do not own Wolf's Rain.
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