The Furball War (Part II)

(Here is Part I)

Their ending began when greed took hold,
Once in it won’t slip off.
A crown was made of cold flame and cruel gold,
But who would rule?  Let their souls be sold
For the price of never enough.

Their greed it grew as greed will do,
They piled hurt on hurts.
The rats called Fey and she came true,
Giving her a most terrible view
As hate howled loud in hearts.

War came for Fey and for them all,
Lighting the way with the darkest glimmer.
The last one standing’s just the last to fall,
With war the only winner.