Author's Note: So, this is my first attempt at poetry. Kinda spawned while I was procrastinating, so don't get your hopes up. Anywho, enjoy!
The blood that pumps through the elven veins,
A chant, a song, of days that wane.
Days where they could peacefully stay,
But now those shems will have to pay.
The blood that rushes through the dwarven race,
Stocky, sturdy, and sodding good with a mace.
The light of day never meets their skin,
And you, beware, if you cross their kin.
The blood that lives in the human kind,
Quick of tongue and keen of mind.
Robust and stubborn, a formidable foe,
They find a place for the blood to flow.
And when these races join as one
They quell the Blight that has begun.
Beneath their feet the darkspawn lay,
And the great Archdemon they shall slay.
Yet when the battle is over and done,
They win at the cost of the life of one.
Hail! Hero of Fereldan! (now dead)
For the blood of victory was the blood you bled.
Author's Note: I know there are grammar issues and the races are probably characterized wrong, and I apologize; it just flowed better. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome! (But go a wee bit easy since this is something I rarely-actually never- do.)