User:Shammiesgun/Dawnseeker's Downfall


 * Go Back to Foggy’s Death Tales

Ready the spears,

cast your spell.

Enemies are close,

that horrid smell.

Fall back brothers,

here they come.

Ready your blades,

play the drum.

Excuse me wretch,

halting my quest.

Blocking the path,

seeking to test.

I outmatch you,

ten to one.

One choice remain,

prepare to run.

Silvermoon is home,

heart of own.

I shall protect,

before I’m blown.

Silly your cause,

neither a threat.

You can play,

with the dead.

Still your stand,

but badly bruised.

Truly I say,

I’m not amused.

If zombies don’t,

my ghouls will.

You will die,

now hold still.

I don’t believe,

my vision before.

A slight victory,

for your lore.

Plague is planted,

under your skin.

You won’t last,

against the nerubian.

Die will you,

leave this land!

With broken arms,

you still stand.

All this strength,

from one sword.

I’ll keep fighting,

you twisted lord.

Entering the fray,

will be I.

Time ran out,

so just die.

You fought bravely,

victories of hollows.

Silvermoon has fallen,

the Sunwell follows.