• The full moon bright with brilliance
    The wolf lurking for a meal before the snow
    He finds a being not of wood but zealous
    Stands on hind leg and arms a low

    A human he has seen this is new
    eyes of crimson, skin as snow
    Sight on the wolf,"Blood is due"
    With a lunge the wolf goes low

    The creature thinks wolf missed
    Did he, hard to tell
    Then with the crimson hiss
    The creature did fell