Righteous Vengeance

A little piece of parchment was attached to various boards across the Eastern Kingdoms. Whether by bribe or threat they were placed within the Undercity, and Quel’thalas as well. On the parchment was a poem, which read, “

For as the evening turned to night
and the Forsaken sat in their chairs
Not a creature was in sight,
‘cept for Scarlets, running in pairs

They moved through the trees as would a wraith
such things normal men might fear
yet carried with each was an unshakable faith
in the abilities of those their peer.

Carried over the walls by skill
sounds lost in the undead chatter
they stood ready, with unshakable will
for the Forsaken’s peace to soon shatter

Grand Redeemer’s shout led to crimson fury
As their rage manifested in flame
The Nexus like mice did scurry
Surprise and fear all the same

The wave of red crash upon the black
as the living fought the dead once more
Though numbers the Scarlets would lack
The dead were hemmed in the burning door

As quick the fight began
the skirmish would soon end
Yet there was no doubt down to a man
That the Hammer…thus did rend.

So I say thee thus, to those who’d hear
Of this vicious fight in the North
That while peace is so unclear…
the Scarlets shall always charge forth.