The Battle

Teeth gnash
Claws slash
Tails slap
Thunder claps

The wolves' war
Upon the moor
For the land
That's high in demand

The night grew dark
The battle resumed
The Southern wolves winning
The Northerns at loss

Time slowed down
The war grew thin
The land waiting silently
As the wolves sin

Triumphant cries echoed
Throughout the moor
The Northerns had won
Underdogs no more

The Southerns stalked back
To the land they have always owned
Silence among them
Discomfort aboard

The moonlight shown
As bright as ever
Don't think that you haven't won
When the battle has not yet ended

Believe
Things can change