Thoughts of Drow Warrior
These secrets of my race I hold
Are nothing compared to those of my swords
For though I am a noble person
I am more powerful a Drow
The kills expected of me to make
The lives my leaders wish me to take
My swords leash the soul to an unearthly place
And I wish for nothing more
The chaos of the my god and queen
The Elvin children I make scream
The blood I spill for the Spider Queen
Each drop my House grows less serene
I kill because I'm told to
This is what I a Drow warrior does
Mercilessly and quickly I shall butcher enemies
Leaving none within my wake
With scimitars I dominate
The flesh from bodies that I take
Yet sometimes this I wonder:
Through all bloody haze:
Is there perhaps more to this life then just killing all the day?