Let my blood drape around your neck.

　　"To live outside the law, you must be honest."
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　—Bob Dylan

The wolf wanders, accompanied by the rain.
Turning its back on the pack, the wolf traverses the wilderness, the rain reflected in its sorrowful eyes.

"It is that pride of yours that drives me," the rain whispers in my ear...
Digging its claws into the mire, long black hair streaming in the wind, the wolf wanders the wilderness.

Is this blood-stained festival merely a cold-blooded tale of revenge—a drama enacted by a faceless crowd against a traitor?

Or is it a battle of mourning dedicated to the pioneers—a fight for those "lone wolves" who, like me, defied the masses and were branded traitors, yet carved paths where none existed?

Having turned my back on the pack, I am the hunted...
A wanted fugitive! Relentless enemies stand in my way, one after another.

The wolf wanders, accompanied by the rain.
Driven by honesty, it digs its claws into the mire of deceit and walks the wilderness.

"Step forward without flinching—that is all there is to it."
Noble in spirit, the wolf bares its fangs at loveless laws and wanders the wilderness.

Ah, even if my life should end, I will face it head-on and fight to the very last,
Taking even just one step—forward...

You—oh rain, shimmering within those sorrowful eyes.
Adorn that slender, pale neck with my blood—the blood shed when, driven by my own honesty, I dug my claws in with maddening intensity.

There is no path before me. Even if this life should reach its end—with my long black hair streaming in the wind, fighting to the very last, carving a path where none existed—that is all there is to it...

You—the song that summons the wind.
Adorn that beautiful yet fragile neck of yours with my blood—the blood shed in a moment of burning passion, when I bared my fangs, driven by my own nobility.

A path unfolds behind me. In this wasteland—steeped in mutual deceit and trampled by loveless laws—I am a lone wolf marked as "Wanted." A man standing tall, staking his very life on the line...

You, the rain that glimmers with sorrowful eyes.
You, the song that calls forth the wind.
You, the eternal lover who weeps and begs for love through a veil of tears...
Let my blood drape around your neck.

　　　　　©伊武トーマ