He came through the gate
His throat was exposed
But his voice was steady
His demeaner composed
I stood there before him
Light in my hand
To show him the glory
That glory was his
He just needed to see
To find his new life
A life that would be
Full of bright light
The gate was now closed
His throat now covered
Into his future
He walked with such pride
The wolf was behind him
No need to now hide
Becoming the man
He should always have seen
His future secure
As it always had been
He came through the gate
His throat not exposed
His voice was so steady
His demeaner composed.