By evil Queen Fate cursed,
And her sister, Destiny,
I face a travesty
Of near miss...
For, to hold the kingdom
In our hands, and classic
Love realized,
First must the spell
Be broken
Of the Hawke, she flies
By day,
And he, a Wolf by night.

Talons tethered to his
Arm, forever kept
Close from harm,
And by the moon
They travel until
A warm pillow,
His flank becomes,
And the gray mane.

Until events long
Coming, we wait
At one another's
Side:Until the day
The curse be broken,
A human man
With human bride.