So I was bored at work, and decided to give it a shot… No money is being made, blizzard owns everything etc etc etc… Just thought It’d be fun to give it a go. Let me know what you think!
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"Come hear now the story,
Told by voices of truth,
When death herself marched,
On Thalassian youth.
When treacherous hands,
With terrible guile,
Defiled the springsong,
With undeath and bile.
Come hear of the warriors
Who all true and fast,
Bled for a kingdom,
Ordained not to last.
Come hear when a people,
Majestic in gleam.
Had bloodied the woods
Each and every stream.
Come here of the ancients
Of glory untold.
Betrayed and defiled,
That now serve the Horde.
By price of their blood,
And by Sunwells light,
Inside drowning darkness,
That found only might.
By wisdom and magic,
And by fire forged,
With Felo’Melorn
In triumph emerged.
Betrayed by their Prince
And of blemished crown,
That rose like the sun,
In untarnished renown.
Now hear on the wind
Of a warrior fair,
That fought for her people
When none else would dare.
Come hear of her courage,
Of beauty unsung,
The Ranger General,
The Windrunner young.
With emptied quiver,
And by un dulled blade,
She fought for a people,
By undeath remade.
Whose spirit entombed,
By blade cursed torn,
Had fallen to feed,
The runeblade Frostmourne.
Who struggled yet on,
With unwavering will,
Amid grayness and shadows,
Her fate to fulfill.
In gailing north winds,
With the rattle of bone,
She marched with her army
On the Frozen Throne.
When the glacier shook,
And Lights Justice served,
Her terrible wail,
Across Northrend heard.
Of a darkness unfathomed
She then came to know.
Espied of the horror
No eyes could show.
But her vision untarnished,
By no despair nor fear,
She spoke out her warnings,
To those who would hear.
They silenced her voices,
Caught frozen in dread,
Unwilling to trust,
The queen of the dead.
So lonesome she pondered,
The terrible lie,
That fueling kindling,
Were all those who died.
Thus labored the maiden,
Resolve unafraid,
To shatter the chains,
The lies that were laid.
How vile is the Banshee,
Do shout eyesights short,
They marshall their armies,
To Orgrimmar forth!
And her as a villain,
They justly decree,
Blind and unknowing
As they bend the knee.
To the engine of death,
And the hunger they woke,
But still in her mercy
She shatters the yoke.
She rips off the veil,
The enchantment had weaved,
By tears in the sky
She is now believed.
But now she does labor,
Enslaved is to death,
And yet again plots,
No fear nor regret.
Her chains bind her tightly
In sorrowful gleam,
She thinks of her Eversong,
And that bloodied stream.
Yet the darkness cant take her,
She remembers the Sun,
With sadness chained whispers,
Shorel’aran."
