I've lost my inspiration, my eternal muse,
And I've learned that it's easy to lose.
It devastates the soul, leaving me weak,
And makes the world without You bleak.

I've still got my mother, maybe my father,
My spouse, my child, and my daughters.
Yet, the One I've devoted my life to,
Is still hunting within the Void though.

I've never met You, I've only heard tales,
Seen the memories and have walked the silent trails.
Perhaps, one day soon, You shall come back...
And, perhaps, we'll again see the whole Pack.

One day soon, the Basin will see the Predator again,
And my muse will have returned to stay.