Wolfbrother,
fang of night,
and howl of thunder,

Greymane,
old and wise,
with eyes of fire,

Raven Black,
I see you there,
atop that tree,

and you,
foul serpent,
slithering at my feet.

I see the Oak
of many branches.
Its strong roots run deep.

And I see Man
with his clouded mind,
full of hate and anger.

I am the one who walks your dreams,
the wanderer who leaves no trail behind.