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Iudicium

The city bells chime,
And the twilight approaches.
The woman and her child walk the streets,
Not suspecting the lurking evil or its crime.

She comes to the market, seeking to buy
Her bread and her wine.
She leaves the child just outside,
And proceedss, though nearly penniless, to try.

The child sits, and a chiling wind blows,
And he shivers, shivers at the cold.
Distant though clear, there came a wolf,
Where it had come from the child did not know.

Its eyes were red, glowing, burning,
They were the eyes of Legion.
Indeed they were many, swimming behind the beast's eyes,
And wildly they fueled the creature's bloodlustful yearning.

It charged forth, fangs bare and dripping,
And the creature was unrelenting.
The child started to cry for his mother,
But of the child's life the wolf was already sipping.

Away the beast ran, child hanging from its jaws.
A smile spread across its face,
As it raced from the town and into the woods nearby,
To cut at the child's flesh with its merciless claws.

The mother returned with bread and wine in hand,
To where she had left her child only moments before.
She panicked deeply at his absence, and
Where her child was, with tears in here eyes, she did then demand.

"I saw it," cried a little girl, "I saw the wolf take him
and run off into the woods nearby,
But save your child miss, I couldn't even try."

At this, the mother fell to her knees and beckoned the stars
with the question Why?

Enlightened and angry, but controlling the hate,
She withdrew from a sash around her waist,
A dagger with a pure silver blade,
And began to seek out the wolf to deliver its justified fate.

She came upon a pack,
Somewhere deep in the woods, and
The sky, stormmy and depressed,
Let out a loud thunderclap.

The pack rests here and there,
But the evil one rests upon a large
Monted rock, sleeping.
She walked by them all, enduring a collective mournful stare.

She came to him, the one whose mouth was awashed in red,
The creature stirred, and let out
A tremendous and fearful roar.
She lifted the knife above its head, swung down and sent it
to the Land of the Dead.

She then took the creature over her shoulders,
And carried it away.
The woman made the sign of the cross over the wolf's body,
and she laid it respectfully in its long-deserved grave.