Oh, tears and blood flow from thee, Bessa from across the sea,

Dying so the souls and wolves of your children will be free.

Your all-seeing son had become a god,

He follows a path no wolf has trod.

Your blind daughter, a prophetess of hearing,

Always listening to the doom that is nearing.

Was it worth the pain of following Him?

The one who once thought the bond a whim?

He fights to join this moment of death with you,

The ONLY First shared between you two.

The last beat of your heart in its cage of bone.

It knows love now; it did not cease alone.

He followed you into the Moon's cursed afterlife,

Split from his loyal wolf, but never his mate and wife.