My Entry...
A wolf carries me to the crest of this craggy hill,
A black beast of sinew and bone, both terrible and graceful.
Many are my warriors;
Orcish wolfriders and shamans, they are kin,
But trolls too join us, and fearsome tauren.
We are few to the legions below, stretched out on a broken plain.
The wretched fiends of the Twisting Nether,
They know no honour or comraderie.
They are as they tried to make us.
The sound of battle, the smell of blood,
They are my friends of old.
There, my warriors strike down a fiery captain;
Here, a great maw of earth and stone swallows a great behemoth.
But it is no enough.
Glorius is the battle, yet we are driven back,
Back towards a raging torrent that was once a river,
The blood of my kin and allies flows freely,
Before being burned to ash by the advancing inferno.
We will not flee the field, we are warriors!
Suddenly there is the bellow of a horn,
Then another, and another, until the air is filled with thunder.
In the distance, the banners of a mighty host are raised,
A host of men and orcs, elves and trolls, dwarves and tauren.
We are the thunder! We are the lightning! they chant.
I raise my own horn, winding it long.
Our spirits are renewed,
The demons will not win this day.
It is all over but for the fighting.
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*sigh* If only my sister weren't the only one with a computer good enough to quality. *double sigh*