Crosstown War
Cast upon us
Midnight moon
Howl until the wind doth blow
Off the moor
Into the night
Still is breath
T-wolves
We fight
Gnashing, biting
Clawing, crying
Tigers dying
Victory unites
Under the midnight
Moonlight.
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