Strike At The Heart Of The Horde Poem by Nicholas Spandrel
Strike At The Heart Of The Horde
Men our time is of now,
That is our great truth,
As they wont be expecting us,
They rest on their hammocks,
Thinking we wont be there,
But alas they are very wrong,
We killed the war chief,
Now on to the rest,
As the horde are asleep in the day,
We struck the guards and hid them away,
To hide proof that we were there,
As the horde are resting again.
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