Fear Makes The Wolf Seem Bigger - DEVIL'S KISS INSPIRED POEM

                                    

                                          
The wolf, it snaps and it snarls its vicious jaws,
                          
It refuses to obey, following instead its own set of laws,
                          
It bears its fangs, it claws at the ground,
                          
Look away for a second, it could pounce without a sound.
                          
But this is all in your head, you see,
                          
In your hand, your sword, to combat its great teeth,
                          
In your heart, you hold your courage tight,
                          
More so than the fear that threatens you with all its might.
                          
It leaps, you charge, the thought of your family, loved ones crosses your mind,
                          
Jamila, a lost love, a reminder of those dark days you wish to rewind,
                          
Blood spilled, it drips from your weapon – you recall the hand print on the door,
                          
You weren't prepared to lose her, your skills weren't enough – psychic, combat or occult lore.
                          
The wolf slain, a small victory in the war for humanity, for the Knights,
                          
Its paw severed, a symbol of all that was loved and lost, of good and evil, wrong and right,
                          
However it does little to lift the weight of your soul,
                          
Your daughter, Billi – she was all you had left in your life – the only way to protect her was to tell all.
                          
You had no way of knowing how she would act, whether she would crumble or thrive as a Templar,
                          
It was a topic of discussion between yourself and the others, Gwaine spoke of her mother, for you to remember,
                          
That was until she was discovered, found listening to you talk,
                          
She wanted to know where you go, your secrets, your duty, the path you walk.
                          
Ultimately you decide its time, that a candid approach would prepare her against their enemies,
                          
You took the wolf's paw, blood still visible on its thick fur – she would someday face many such entities,
                          
It scared her at first, you know that look of fear as she stares at the wolf's severed paw,
                          
You remember it when you stared down the beast's throat, a meal, a bag of flesh and bones for its jaws.
                          
Her courage did not fail her however, reaching out to touch what remained of the vicious creature,
                          
Overcoming fear, fighting till the last breath – the ultimate lesson with you as teacher,
                          
For all that remained a human hand, words of an ancient tongue upon which did trigger,
                          
It was this phase that would ring true for many years to come: "Fear makes the Wolf seem bigger."