The War Of Azeroth Poem by Nicholas Spandrel
The War Of Azeroth
ah the sounds of the horde drums of war,
As they approach our gates,
we load our arrows as they soon enter the city,
our arrows fire a sight to be seen,
as our soldiers defeat them,
our lord the king thanks us for our help,
defending the mighty city,
the horde retreat as we fire at them,
as the might of the alliance is strong,
but the horde never give up,
they only cause their own doom.
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4/25/2024 6:59:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very detailed, well written poem. I can see myself at the gates, firing the arrows, very good job Nicholas! 10/10