Chapter 13: In Dreams, Part III

Lead me.
Mold me,
shape me,
hold me.
So few of us left,
fewer still that follow.
The temple is filled with smoke,
and Death runs rampant in the streets.
Greed and her sisters poison the minds of the greatest of us,
Hate and indifference kill the noblest of us.

The few that carry the torch to the burning end,

the seekers and hopers,

the lovers and dreamers,

today their sacrifice becomes mine.

And today their struggle is won.

The wolf is dead, hallelujah.

The wolf is dead.