My Wolves
Down the deepest chasm
Up the highest peak
Around the haunted lake
To paradise with thee
Sweet white wolf creeping
Padding through the field
Three more wolves follow
Brothers always to be
The young one light in color
One marked by a scar
The third dressed in a collar
Whose love will follow far
To seek forbidden paradise
Yet save the world from harm
To live, and see, and wonder
Die in each others arms
My four sweet wolves
Brothers true they are
To the end of all things
Travel on, close at heart