Path of the Wolf - Aephanemer

Beware a deal that is meant to be fair

Among the crowd at the feast

Where the prey is pleased to share

The same bench as the savage beast

Fed with the need to win the race

While remaining at a proper place

Until being struck by the late hour

As we shudder at the taste turning sour

We live as if time wasn’t going by

Polite guests, not even scared to die

Forgetting to get back on the road

To leave behind all the truths we believed to hold

Settle for the chill of the forest stream

To quench your thirst, and go forward

Lightened by the faint undergrowth gleam

Rather than the dull shine of rewards

Leave a sheltered easy life

To adventure into the wild

We might fail taking to the woods

But can’t be bound by shallow goods

One is wise to go his own way

Never mind if you’re starting late

Wolves run wherever they like

We may not arrive in due time

This bright point, keep it in your eye

We must stay on course

Fellows who lingered feel now dismayed

By quite a cruel truth to learn

For any feast, the cost to be paid

Is an amount of life in return