Wolf Rain Poam                                                    

Let me tell you a word, A word of the book of the moon When earth was born Wolfs ruled all And from wolfs were born Humans. Their messengers of the red moon When the flower of lunar blooms May the paradise of wolfs be opened By the wolf of legend His fur as white as the lunar flower His blood as pure as the ocean is blue His pride, Unbreakable even to his own heart He guides the wolfs of brown and gray And to the end is were they are to stay In the end I will tell you now Blood ran free on the snow covered ground As the wolf of black appeared to kill To take the flower And murder it still Though her blood alone is poison, The one of black drank the curse Killing him from inside He taints the snow, Making it red Impure And forbidden Only as one May paradise be opened Blood of the white wolf And the lone lunar flower Only then may the flower bloom Opening the doors to paradise Once again.