The Furball War (Part IV)

(Part I and Part II and Part III)

Rats ran alongside searching spears,
Mice taught arrows to fly.
Well-armored cats carried small creatures’ fears,
Dive-bombing bats were spurred blurs of shears,
Fey fought with tears in her eyes.

The cursed crown called all to conquer,
Ending better quests.
Violent victims rose and crashed together,
Steady stealing pieces of each other
Till all that’s left were ghosts.

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.