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In the City that is known for its Sin,
Fang and claw came,
Twisted tainted kin,
So honorable tribes took aim.

Quick and hard that hit,
With furry blade and bone,
They rip tore and split,
Spirals like stone.

Blood spilt in a forest of rusted steel,
Fell the last not of a song of sorrow,
A hunter done with his run on times wheel,
His name remembered on the morrow.

The shadow of taint escaped,
Fled from winters claw,
So she left the tribes irate
And left them with a flaw.

To hunt the children taken,
A twisted family remade,
A hunt on both sides awaken,
For they both wanted the other impaled on a blade.

In the black sand of the city,
She prepared to strike,
Cut and hitting a woman that was gritty,
Hunting for someone childlike.

But deep in the bawn,
From the city that never sleeps,
A man found the kin long withdrawn,
Family united with one sweep.

Hera’s Favored watched the kin,
While heaven’s gate found their blood,
 A strider taking joy in the brief win,
Love in the family an out pouring flood.



But the spark was lit,
Work was yet to be done,
A crown of flames had to commit,
The tale would end under the light of the Sun.

Information gathered by the silent,
In cameras they searched,
So a strider reached out for a talent,
So twiceborn joined the march.

Feet on the pavement,
Scouring the sin city for a hint,
In the place of alcoholic enslavement,
They found the first finger print.

Deeper into the city for the second,
Fire and seekers went to watch, wait and see,
Until the answers they seek beckoned,
And they sound their truth to be.

But again lorna struck,
So plans where changed,
 It could have been just dumb luck,
But the trap was arranged.

There was so much pride,
They would trap her in the place she wanted,
They would rip off her hide,
They went forward undaunted.

However the trap sprung,
Was not their own,
The carefully laid plans flung,
For her cunning had grown.

She struck with steel and fang,
Her allies taking the advantage.
A twisted motion to the gang,
So the tribes fought with a lost vantage.



Graou were cut, graou fell,
For even the best plan,
Can be made to quell
In the end numbers proved that it can.

Impaled, stabbed and torn,
In the end spirals died,
The purposed they wished forlorn,
The death granted to them justified.

Bones lit and burn,
In the light of umbral sun,
The fight was turn,
In the end Garou won.