Another Lordaeron song

...Because any excuse is good for rhyming.

For years, rainy plagues drench this kingdom of old In her barren hills the lights no longer shine The royal halls hollow, the banners grow mold No hope to be found under her silver pines. The people were scattered, and each to his own Sought forgiveness, or refuge, south of the Dam With prayer or with zeal, a tear or a moan They yearned, and let go of that country twice-damned. Where the buildings still burn they will set foot no more For memories burn worse than flames, deep at night; And scattered they fell, for no kingdom will soar With its knights far away, bearing no hope alight. But times are a-changing; and gathering round Were the knights and the squires, taking the line; Obligation, defiance, are once again crowned – This crown might be bloody, but this blood – it's mine.

Hallow's End ballad

This is by my character, who grew up in Stratholme, and every Hollow's End she sees Genn Graymane light the wicker man, while in Lordaeron's Capital City the Forsaken celebrate their freedom - where once Arthas and Jaina lit the fires. Angsty poems are always fun to write! I only wish I had the ability to compose music to this one.

Where once the yard was fair with light Of all our burning woes The bony remnants, those we fight, Defile wicker's glow. For there were times where princes stood To set that straw aflame; Now corpses lurk where royals would – Our courtyard wearing shame. I'll set the twigs alight for you, And watch the golden flicker, Devour hope instead of sin Upon the burning wicker. For dreams have died like summer, but Festivities live on With every sprig I toss, I shut My eyes for Lordaeron.