Welcome to New England, If you don't like the weather, Wait five minutes. To think that Friday was warm, The sun shone down, I wore my light weight clothes. Then by Sunday, The snow came down, And I dug out my boots. And now on Monday, It's still snowing, By Tuesday it'll all be gone.
She bared her sharp fangs, A she-wolf, my friend, The Luparii bared their guns, I watched from a distance, My Luna, a wolf; fighting her mother's battle. Their bullets were made of pure silver, It burned flesh down to bone.
She wasn't experienced, her magic wasn't strong. Would I lose my friend in this bloody war? A sweet 17 year old girl fighting a centuries long battle. She didn't deserve to lose her life to something so cruel, A force filled with such hatred they resembled, a 15th century's Ku Klux Klan.
They fired, and she fell, Her body limp, blood spilling on the field of battle, They took her as a trophy, a twisted idea of a prize. I wept and cried, I lost my friend, This bloody war claimed another one dead.
