I follow the path of the wolf, to be his strong left hand.
Finding myself from pillar to post, my time often lost to demand.
Still I follow in its footsteps, and they lead me were I tread.
Sometimes amongst the living, though often amongst the dead.
The wolf it is my shadow, as it's footsteps are my own.
Always in its company, forever the wolf I roam.
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