User:Shammiesgun/The Wrath of the Gate


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Blessing of Might,

and Mercy of Kings.

Lay on hands,

and the Light sings.

Today we march,

through the main gate.

The Scourge will pay,

for all their hate.

We ally with Horde,

for one more time.

I do not like it,

for it would be a crime.

The more I think,

maybe I am wrong.

They have changed,

maybe they do belong.

Here we go,

I here the cheers.

Everyone salutes,

the path is clear.

From the back,

I see Bolvar.

With sword and shield,

bright as a star.

Without warning,

we begin the attack.

I avenge Lordaeron,

for the day it turned black.

I strike and heal,

all those around.

Some rise up,

while others fall to the ground.

Not too soon,

I hear the beasts.

The wolves are here,

they come from the east.

Together we fight,

a common foe.

They must have changed,

more than I know.

We won the day,

and we all celebrate.

Then an uninvited guest,

brings his plate.

An angry orc,

has struck hard.

I can't help but admire,

the hero that is now shards.

Though he has fallen,

it does not matter.

There is nothing we can't do,

when we stand together.

Then from high above,

a dark figure approached.

With a forsaken banner,

with a wicked coach.

Then more followed,

along with more men.

Then all of them fired,

again and again.

I am surrounded by green clouds,

and everything starts to slow down.

I feel so weak,

as if I just drowned.

I knew it was a mistake,

to trust the Horde.

A sword through my chest,

should be my reward.

I blame you Jaina,

your lies on fighting!

Your talk of peace,

was all for nothing!