Verse I
They came with silk upon their tongues,
With oaths rehearsed and thin,
They bowed beneath the ancient bone
And named their lies as truth within.
The hall stood still, the torches dimmed,
The skull remained unchanged—
Until the fire remembered once
What it was sworn
To judge.
Refrain
The dragon never speaks in words,
Nor roars to make men fear,
It waits for something living still
To make its verdict clear.
And when the lie had filled the hall
And silence stretched too long—
The answer rose
Not from the bone…
But from the wolf
Below it.
Verse II
The Dreadwolf did not bare his steel,
Did not call gods or law,
He simply stepped into the space
Where truth is left raw.
The skull’s shadow crossed his helm,
Fire met unflinching will—
And every man there felt it then:
This was not judgment
Coming still.
Refrain
The dragon saw the fire endure
Inside a mortal frame,
Not rage, not hunger, not command—
But something clean and plain.
Bone recognized its equal then,
Not in might, but stance—
And chose the wolf who would not kneel
To speak
What fire demands.
Bridge (spoken, low)
The dragon did not choose him.
It remembered him.
Verse III
When the Dreadwolf finally spoke aloud,
The words were spare and few,
Not curse nor threat nor prophecy—
Just something
True.
The liar broke before the sound,
Before the steel was drawn,
For fire does not need to burn
When it has already
Passed judgment.
Final Refrain
So know this well when entering
That hall of stone and flame:
The dragon watches from above,
The wolf decides the same.
One remembers what you were,
One weighs what you have become—
And if they ever speak as one…
The verdict
Has already come.
Outro (quiet, final)
The skull did not move.
The hall did not shake.
The Dreadwolf stepped back into shadow—
And no one questioned
The answer.
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