There are stories of old,
Told among us.
Tales of God-like beings,
Whom we must distrust.

They conquered the forest,
And tamed the seas.
They rule the world,
Or so they believe.

They took our land,
And claimed our kills.
But that's not the worst
Of their skills.

It's their barks and howls.
Their snarls, not glares.
They gave us "labels,"
But they did not care.

They call us "wolves"
They wanted peace
We played along,
But their betrayal ran deep.

They launched steel rocks,
And used detached claws.
I lead them away,
But landed in death's maw.

Now my body lays dying,
But my pack has survived.
The stars weep with misery,
As I close my eyes.