Lost The Fight Poem by Death's Shadow

Lost The Fight



The moon is bright,
no need for light.
With the wolfs cry,
another will die.
The ground will be stained red,
as we lay him to bed.
The deed is done,
I'm sorry she won.
The day is near,
there's no time for tears.
The time has come to say goodbye.

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