a frightened lamb once told me
it was tired
of having to hide from the wolf
a merciless brute, he always stalked
the young of the mother sheep
where he was like a storm; a thundering
rage of ire
the youngster had not a chance
to endure; an endless crusade
of which the wolf would always turn victor
a mass of fur and pointed teeth
the beast had bested many before
and would do so forever more
until the one true champion
fell from the sun
although many had thought
it a myth
some knew of its verity
how ever long would they hold
until the noble hero arrived
a creature never known
or seen, was this champion
of the plain
his mane was like a tempest
his temper even and prepared
when he came upon the terror
of the sheep, he raised his claws
and with one fell swoop
ended the wolfs reign as destroyer
peace had come at last to the halcyon sheep
