It was a late and stormy Alaskan night
When all the bears began to fight
Flinging stones at one another
Not caring if it was their brother
Slashing fur and biting skin
But in the end not one would win
They knew it was a battle for the last
The one that would cast
The final deadly blow
He could never be happy though
All that there once was to be
His brother, sister, mother, father, in a bloody sea
He looked his blood stained claws
And saw his blood soaked paws
He pondered on the treason
Wondering what was there reason
He knew what he had done
And wished he had a gun
He would have brought it to his head
Wanting to be dead
But, he couldn’t
He wouldn’t
He had to warn the others
And for them to warn their brothers
That this had to be the end of all wars
They would finally shut those deadly doors
The final bear tragedy
Of all the bear galaxy