Path of the Wolf

Beware a deal that is meant to be fair Among the crowd at the feast Where the prey is pleased to share The same bench as the savage beast Fed with the need to win the race While remaining at a proper place Until being struck by the late hour As we shudder at the taste turning sour We live as if time wasn't going by Polite guests, not even scared to die Forgetting to get back on the road To leave behind all the truths we believed to hold Settle for the chill of the forest stream To quench your thirst, and go forward Lightened by the faint undergrowth gleam Rather than the dull shine of rewards Leave a sheltered easy life To adventure into the wild We might fail taking to the woods But can't be bound by shallow goods One is wise to go his own way Never mind if you're starting late Wolves run wherever they like We may not arrive in due time This bright point, keep it in your eye We must stay on course Fellows who lingered feel now dismayed By quite a cruel truth to learn For any feast, the cost to be paid Is an amount of life in return