The wolf roamed the world. 

Searching for a place which it is needed. 

The wolf found nothing to be excited about, 

The world slowly falling under the chains. 

 

The world continued to change, 

chains laid everywhere. 

The predators soon noticed the free animal, 

Grinning wildly at their new victim. 

 

Noticing the danger, the wolf ran for cover, 

Escaping into a nearby bank of fog. 

The fog whipped around the wolf,

Pushing the deserted life over and flinging him around.

 

The fog left no escape for the wolf,

Driving him deeper into the unclear wilderness. 

The wolf whimpered as he was knocked over once again. 

He laid still, allowing the fog to roll over him. 

 

A cackle could be heard as the chains flew over the wolf,

Wrapping him in their cold, silver paws. 

Silence roamed as the chains pulled the legend along,

Soon leaving him locked with many others around him. 

 

The world was unclear as the Canis lupus peered around, 

Finding nothing but darkness and fog. 

The only thing that caught his eye was a dove. 

A simple being shining the only light seen.