as the howls rise into the night,
they signal the start of a fight,
the fight to win a place of power,
a fight to gain the top of the tower.
and once it eds they'll rais their heads,
to bay at the moon whose rays shine red,
red with the blood of their fallen kin,
they cry out the sarrow of their sin.
for in thier struggle they took one of their own,
it should have ended when teeth met bone,
but in their blood lust they tore and slashed,
under blood red moon two brothers clashed.
Author notes
from this point on you will notice my obsession with wolves(insert evil laugh)
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