The moon is singing it's sorrowful tune As the town of Crescent Ville shall know soon Of the great, deadly wolves coming nearby Munching, then "pounce!" on anyone to die Oh poor Crescent Ville, how forsaken Just a hero's job to be taken And away in the stormy night There comes a guardian of light That can pull the beasties under Taking their lives for their blunder
Red and red their blood ran Slaughtered by a quiet man Who licks his blade off liquid death A reminder of their last breath He, who is their savior, smiles At the sight of the body piles But no, his heart did not stop When he heard the bodies drop
The pearl eyes of offspring Watch his glare, crimson eye ring Growing thick with anger and bliss Seals the deal with a blowing kiss Off into the darkness, he prowls Calm, and striking as hunting owls
One final and last message he sets free "Please grip your children tight For evil can conquer right" Once done, he goes, having answered their plea
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