The Horizon will fold.

The sheep looked at a wolf so injured

Was scared for a bit but wasn’t triggered.

Dear Wolf, looks like your about done

Hope that you don’t feel so glum

The wolf looked at the sheep and said

Though you see me covered in red,

I am not yet done for there is still a destination to behold

and I am not done until the horizon folds

The sheep said

Just look ahead

The mountain looks high

The river looks wide

And the dessert looks dry

Everything makes you look like a fly

Look at me innocent sheep

Death to my soul he has tried to reap

Why I really do not know

But I do know that I can beat any foe

I only have one life

So, when death takes my soul it will not be with strife

It will have no regrets

It will have no shame

It will have no disgrace

It will have no goal that wasn’t accomplished

Go back to your master little sheep

For the price of this journey is not cheap

So, do as your told

For me the horizon will fold!

The wolf stands

And his wounds in which he has licked

And you decided to live comfortably

You won’t chase the horizon certainly

You just stay inside waiting for the storm to pass

That would be the thing I do last

People like me don’t just wait out the storm

We go in the night and become the storm

Dear wolf I don’t think there is no one like you

People so insane and foolish if only you knew

The wolf smiles and then says just listen

The wolf howls and lots of howls blissen

There are always those willing to go far

You just don’t see them often for they are stars

They just don’t rely on packs

But rather they only come out when they hear an Ajax

If you ever decided to turn that wool into fur

And that baa into a howl

Know whether you be friend or foe

Never surrender for you may never know

For the mountain always looks high from below

The river always looks strong as we think we know

The dessert always feels so hot as we are bestowed

And an injured wolf always feels most alive when he was almost dead!

But as long as the wolf is not torn to little bitsy shreds

The wolf will never stay down

For when all is said and done he will have the crown

The mountain will be tamed

The river will be shamed

The dessert will turn cold

And the horizon will fold!

Go inside little sheep for the battle has not been won

And this big bad wolf will have some fun