The only Soul not afraid of his growl
The Moon reveals shadows prompting his howl
Born of his brood the Night sets the vicious mood
Comfort under his arm, protecting her from harm
No other beast alive or from the grave lifts their head to peer
Every Man shall come to fear
Wandering the meadows or the dark forests black
Only an arms reach away, she knows no beast shall attack
For if a wandering eye or sinister thought, their final doom is what they will have bought
Alone she toils the...