This story starts just like
A lot of them do,
With a girl all alone,
With just one and not two.

This story starts lonely
and filled with plight,
For she was lonely
in the cold black night.

Alone in her bed,
she had wished for love,
On every bright star
and on each passing dove.

Her parents forbade her
to even have friends,
But all she longed for
were two caring hands.

Then suddenly she heard
long before dawn
The tripping of feet
when there should be none

The curious girl
then slipped out her bed
To see outside her door
which source the sound had

When she stepped out
into the night
She saw sharp fangs glimmer
in the pure moonlight

On her then dropped
with a low growl
A big furry beast
which was out on the prowl

She threw the beast of her,
screamed and then ran
Out of the house
In the arms of a man

He carried a sword
and asked her in fright
Why she had screamed
deep in the night

She started to mutter
explaining the why's
But then they found love
in each others eyes

And as they stood there
out came from the door,
The beast she had feared,
the wolf feared her more.

He then raised his sword
to strike the wolf down
But she told him no
And he stood there to frown

She then said to him
that she was glad
The wolf gave her the best
that she ever had

As the first sunlight
washed over the plains
Many nights followed
with the waxes and wanes

For that day they married
in a big feast
Staying together
thanking the beast

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Tenebrae, in the year 561 AD.