There were two different sides
Victims in the crossfire died
The wolves and vampires
How they fought
The wolves were degraded
And the wolves they sought
For equality and justice
But their body count was rising
And they were slaughtered one by one
They had to take action
A single bet was decided
That the body count would be collided
And whoever killed the most opposite kind
Such happiness and respect would they find
So it was agreed
And they killed with such speed
The werewolves they tore
And the bodies hit the floor
The vampires they sipped blood
And the bodies fell with a thud
The werewolves they gouged
And the bodies with guts splattered and slouched
The vampires they bit
And the bodies were beaten and hit
After many nights of killing
And both of them still willing
They met for a final fight
At the hour of midnight
To finish it off
In an empty building on a hilltop
They began and they were brutal
They were emotionless and cruel
And they killed opposite kinds
And scraped out what intestines they could find
But a wolf stayed outside and watched from afar
His name was Mason and he was a trickster by far
He coated the building in gasoline
And a grin across his face streamed
As he lit one single match
And tossed it in the fighting batch
As he watched the building ablaze
He had an evil gaze
And he thought with a grin
This was one bridge he burned
And made it all come to an end.