Fight Scene.

Don't take pity,
Just leave with me,
Pleased to see,
Past faces put through thier fast paces.

Sneering with glee,
A werewolf tieing his shoelaces,
Confusion bleeds,
Onto bare chested frauds.

So escape with me,
Don't wait for the settled dust,
Earn a crust,
Fleeing bewildered muts.

And the next time that they show thier faces,
If they do,
They're outta luck.