The Horde, Forever More
They know now
That nothing will ever be the same again
That life will never be the same again
That you cannot stand, and fight, and die
In the name of one who does not look like you
Does not talk like you
But can die like you
Without it changing some intangible part of yourself
And that is why
The War Cry
For the Horde!
Means so much more to them than
Mere words.
They all wait for the Forsaken to betray them. They know that it is coming.
They are wrong. The Forsaken will never betray them.
Because these are the people who have said
We ally with the dead
And while they make jokes about the smell
And wonder if the Forsaken have sex or not
They also
Die for them
Live for them
Build for them
Care for them
That last is most important because
The once-humans sometimes hate themselves
For they are the monsters they once feared
And did not choose to be this way
But the fact that any Horde member
Who would see a Forsaken under attack
Would throw his weight behind their defense
Matters more to them than anything.
The plague will not hurt the Horde.
All others will die
But when it is unleashed
The Horde will find themselves masters of the world.
The Forsaken will never give up on those
Who did not forsake them.
Thus they cry
For the Horde!
The Blood Elves are viewed with mistrust. The others believe they will
change sides again,
Whenever they find it convenient.
The Blood Elves will never betray them.
The Blood Elves are nightmares
Hooked to the eternal teeth,
Snagged to magic's draw.
But the people of the Horde
Have not pushed them back to eternal Light,
Have not shoved them back to the calm and pace of normality
Or demanded that they give up their ways.
Instead they build clinics
Hospitals
Shelters
Where the most magic starved of them can feast.
They have never been asked to change their ways,
Only
Ensure that none of the Horde is hurt by them.
So the Blood Elves have settled into uneasy acquaintance and then
Lasting friendship
And think
Even as they maintain aloof arrogance
They are elves after all
That perhaps these savages aren't so bad after all.
And maybe reaching Outland is not as much of a priority as it could be
Because
They have found themselves to be at peace, here.
They do not quite trust the Horde yet
They are elves after all
But maybe they can give these creatures a bit of a chance.
Until then,
No reason not to give grief to their old friends, the Alliance.
So they shout
For the Horde!
The trolls
Think it simple.
The orcs saved them.
No one has ever saved the trolls before.
So the trolls will save the orcs
Even if they seem to be
Willingly blind
To ally with the Forsaken dead
And the Blood Elf damned
But
Perhaps that same kindness was what
Led the orcs to save them.
So the trolls set themselves
To watching the backs
Of their green-skinned friends.
For the Horde!
The orcs are
Rather amused
At the madness they have landed in.
Alone on a world they did not come from
They have found themselves
Surrounded with allies.
They have the ugly peoples of the world.
Trolls with tusks and skin blue
Tauren, walking cows,
Living, Forsaken dead,
And haughty blood elves with mighty eyebrows.
All shout the name of the Orcish clans when they go to war.
The orcs would not have it any other way.
They are the people of the axe
They have only believed in the ability of all people to come together
And fight in another's name
And in this alone are they different from humans:
They realize that all races are one and the same.
All hearts are the same.
All blood is red.
The only question is
Will they stand with the orcs
Help them take a new world for their own?
If so,
Then all may stand beside them when
They finally claim a new home.
With hope in their hearts,
They cry
For the Horde!
The tauren find themselves impressed with
The multitude of the Horde.
They are the only race that can see
The threads of futures
The thoughts and ideas
That will change the world
And how so many of them are being born in
The cauldron and stew called
The Horde.
The Alliance is turning in on itself
Madness walking every day hand in hand with them
Caught up in racism and fear, the champions of the Light will break.
But the Horde
The glorious Horde
Will overcome, will find ways that
Will make undead the noblest of their society
Will turn trolls into the kings they were once
Will make blood elves sane again
Will give the orcs a new home.
The tauren are glad
To lend their strength
And the calmness of their minds
To this great gathering.
They are the only race here not hurt,
Not broken,
By the world.
And the greatest honor the whole ones can have
Is to help broken ones
Pick up the pieces.
For the Horde!