In twisting, winding, spirit-paths,
The Great Wolf stalks and waits.
Through locked-off mirrors,
Dream-land planes,
He travels and communes.
Within the world beyond reflection,
A paradise lays silent.
Filled with loss, forgotten still,
The Great Wolf lingers on.
Cast back the curtain,
Shatter the window,
Reunite the halves.
Earth will burn,
Seas will boil,
And all will fade away.
With stoicism unparalleled,
The Dread Wolf will endure.
For a chance to see his world again,
No price too high exists.