Fills my heart with deadly plight.
Moving swiftly threw the trees,
gental as the night time's breez.
Without a sword of a lance,
in this never ending dance.
Softer padding of thy paws,
outside the safety of thease walls.
Where across this deep blue sea,
are you calling out for me?
A gental sheep in wolf's skin,
or a fearsome hunter there again.
When the morning comes anew,
I will wait right here for you.
Are you a fearce and wild beast,
or do you have some other need?
Once a lost and fearing soul,
will find a home to make them whole.
I know what you really are,
a gental creature from afar.
