RedMoon Wolfs

Let me tell you a word,
A word of the book of the moon
When earth was born
Wolfs ruled all
And from wolfs were born
Humans.
Their messengers of the red moon
When the flower of lunar blooms
May the paradise of wolfs be opened
By the wolf of legend
His fur as white as the lunar flower
His blood as pure as the ocean is blue
His pride,
Unbreakable even to his own heart
He guides the wolfs of brown and gray
And to the end is were they are to stay

In the end I will tell you now
Blood ran free on the snow covered ground
As the wolf of black appeared to kill
To take the flower
And murder it still
Though her blood alone is poison,
The one of black drank the curse
Killing him from inside
He taints the snow,
Making it red
Impure
And forbidden
Only as one
May paradise be opened
Blood of the white wolf
And the lone lunar flower
Only then may the flower bloom
Opening the doors to paradise
Once again.