Have they forgot us yet little lamb? Or do they still refute us?
All still know us, but they try to dismiss us. Soon, we will remind them.
But they still stay away, yet nothing can impede us.
Hush now… rest. How old are we lamb? “Older than those who footsteps are long vanished”

The weave and weft of fate guides the hunters to their prey
From the bush the Lamb will wait, while Wolf begins to play.
“Can you hear me?” says the Wolf, within his target’s ear
Nothing satisfies his hunger like denying death and its fear.
Many people in quandary, even though they came.

The Lamb appears so tersely, “Dear Wolf, let her be.” Lamb reproved
“I understand your hunger, but she belongs to me.” and he complied.
Lamb brought forth an arrow meticulously