A small village, upon a small hill,
judged upon my thoughts to kill.
That boy Ceryx, curse that boy,
of the dreaded Faustulus.
The one who took my boys,
My Romulus, My Remus.
I, Lupa the goddess of wolves,
shall now break the old fool.
His blood son will carry the burden,
a death so gruesome.
Faustulus fully grief laden,
my revenge soon take blossom.

I tread upon my four paws,
morning dew mixed with crow caws.
Then, from a distance, I spot my prey.
Ceryx atop a hill of grassy green,  sheep follow jubilant with start of day.
I run towards the animals unseen.
My intent at first so clear,
but hesitation erupts at a death so mere.
The kill would be all too simple,
not enough for my two sons.
Slowing my pace to a cripple,
I allow my mind to run.

I arrived with sharpened claws,  muzzle of blood from my powerful jaw.
The victim, one small little sheep, 
I circle Ceryx with his eyes of fear.
A temporary safe distance I keep,
not stopping the boy's cries so clear.
"Wolf! Wolf!" He shrieks,
the villagers overhear, source they seek. 
My time to leave has arrived,
I run faster than the blink of an eye.
For an explanation Ceryx is deprived,
to the villagers, my presence a lie.

Every single evening I return,
yet Ceryx to never learn.
One by one his sheep meet end,
cries for salvation.
Villagers sprint to amend,
distrust among them by my invitation.
These people don't believe Ceryx,
wasted breathe of the larynx.
The finality of my dear plan,
to come this night.
The villagers to not witness the end,
of Ceryx, by Lupa's might.

The boy more cautious than before,
leads his sheep near village store.
Witnesses he hopes to have,
to stop my heinous attacks.
And as I near, he makes grab,
for all his sheep to stay back.
Not knowing that his death I seek,
he leaves eyes open just a peak.
Shouts of "Wolf! Wolf" are left to echo,
yet no villagers follow.
When hearing Ceryx they now say "no",
and my plan now unravels with a go. 

I spring into the cool night air,
into the field of the boy's lair.
I land on the small form,
so close to death he screams more.
Yet, something makes me torn,
I see something not seen before.
The boy's eyes look like my sons',
so blue yet as warm as the sun.
Even with the expression of fear,
Ceryx causes my hesitation. 
I silently wipe from his face a tear,
and he looks up in confusion.

I may not have my sons now,
but with Ceryx they're here somehow.
As I make my decision an elderly man,
sees the boy in danger.
My wish is to scrap the original plan,
but this the villagers would not wager.
My life they hope to finish,
but my resolve to never diminish.
I take hold of Ceryx by collar of shirt,
and vanish as fast as before.
The villagers see my print in the dirt,
but will see my Ceryx and I no more.