So once, there were two wolves,
A Black one, and a White;
The Black was “portrayed” as evil,
The latter, as usual, right.
The final battle was brought upon,
The “villain” was destined to end;
You chose the White to slay him down,
Who was once his comrade, his dear friend.
The righteous White in his vigour,
Slashed the Black wolf into half;
Blood-spattered, the beast howled,
Fearlessly emitting a laugh.
“Go on, end me !” he said,
Brutally injured and scarred;
“Pound my flesh and rip my veins,