You know it doesn't make sense.

 to live by a code, a conduct which is your own. Forged with the fires of the bold, imprisoned by your own.  hands which held so dearly to the concept of a man.  For your word is the strongest, and it's binding is the power.  And so finally when you're looked upon, and asked in this hour.  Will you make a promise?  Your answer is your prison, your code is your own.  Knowingly you say something, that can only bring you down.  To your knees as you reel, in the pain behind your eyes.  But a promise is a word, a word that bear no lies.  Now here you are, bound to not speak.  Now there you go, away from what you seek.  When you live by a code, it's always impossible.  That you chose that which you want most.  Semper Fidelis, Ego Amissa Anima, locutus est amicus meus. Ego Non potest te amo 

She looked so kind and composed yet being frail and lost. as the light of the moon dimmed weeping at it's loss, that is when she saw an angry wolf. She quickly saw through it's anger and it's mask. Which as soon put on began to fade away. Only to find him scared, of the loss of the light that had once led his way. As she held it close, he wimpered and was scared. For she awoke something never to before know to him. As such she became his light sacred and beautiful. So it was that this little wolf was no longer lost and angry. He found solace and purpose to atone. As No matter the cost, he would return her to her throne. So all could bathe in hear warming light once more. As it came to pass the wolf grew stronger and with strength was able to accomplished it's goal. Returning her home even though he did not wish to see her go. Knowing fully he could not hold her for himself. However now he grew once again angry and cold, for he had saved and lost the one thing he...