So, I found something I wrote years and years ago. My one and only attempt at writing a poem. For Anyone who played World of Warcraft, I think you'll appreciate this. Even if some bits of it are awful, I was thoroughly entertained when I read through it again and I hope you are too!
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I Am A Hunter
High Elves become Blood Elves
Silvermoon City, they built themselves
Their leader
Becomes their most skilled magical fighter
None other than Kael'thas Sunstrider
Eversong Wood
Where their city stood
They enchanted these woods
Their reason
To keep it in a perpetual fall season
From these elves
Spawned one
Who called himself
Kalgorn
Master of archery
Destroyer of treachery
Equipped in mail
To never lose his enemy's tail
Swift, quick, sharp-eyed and cunning
Fast as a cheetah while running
With him, by his side
A beast, loyal, who would never defy
To whom he could always rely
A tiger that he couldn't kill on his hunt
Of the litter, it seemed to be the runt
Instead he decided to tame
And Jimmy he gave its name
On his journey
He embarked on a quest
One that would put his skills to the test
When he went to town, seeking to repair
And after paying the kind man's fair
The blacksmith gave him a hand
All the while, telling him of a distant land
Where anyone wishing to hunt game
Or even find beasts to tame
Should go
Kalgorn knew this was it, this is where he belonged
This was the place for which he had longed
The man told him
'It's on Eastern Kingdom's Southern tail.
A place called Stranglethorn Vale'
A hundred gold was the price he had to pay
To sail across the ocean to Booty Bay
While there he learned a name
One that was talked about without shame
A legend among these parts
He had won the love of many hearts
His feats were great
And left Kalgorn in awe
Many with a hanging jaw
'He lives to the north, along the river'
Said the bartender with a quiver
And so Kalgorn set out to find Hemet
The man who would push his skills to the limit
Hemet Nesingwary
Surely a worthy adversary
He traveled by day
With the sun in the sky
And many days passed by
When Kalgorn found him
He saw he was a dwarf, looking tired and beat
And stood no taller than four feet
'Kalgorn i have a task for you
Of which is most vital
One that will earn you your title'
'There's a beast around here running about'
He said after draining the last of his dwarven stout
'He's a tiger
For whom i long for with my every fiber'
'His size is the likes of which you have never seen
His pelt, white. His fangs, red. His eyes, green'
'His name is King Bangalash
And i have tried for many years to kill
But his cunning surpasses even my skill'
Goal set and task in mind
King Bangalash was the beast he set out to find
After days upon days of tracking
Kalgorn began to realize
The odds of finding this beast were over racking
A week went by
Then two
Then three
And finally he was home free
Notching an arrow
He felt chills run through his very bone marrow
This had to be it. This was it, he was sure
He did not know how much longer he could endure
Nothing else could have made such a large print
And left behind such powerful scent
He held his breath as Jimmy growled
Then he saw the beast
Moving slowly and silently as it prowled
How such a large beast stayed hidden, he didn't know
The jungle was green while its pelt was white as snow
Under his breath he uttered a few choice words
And took on the aspect of the hawk
The most powerful of all birds
Faster than light
Jimmy charged into the fight
Fangs clashing
Claws slashing
Kalgorn released a volley of arrows
All of which flew straight and narrow
Blood from Jimmy and Bangalash splattered
Nothing else but victory mattered
Just as it seemed it was near
Something happened that filled Kalgorn with fear
Bangalash roared
So loud it sounded like a clap of thunder
It felt as if Azeroth was being ripped asunder
No more than a few seconds passed
An eternity, it seemed to last
Since Jimmy leaped into the fray
Tearing at his prey
Just as Kalgorn's last arrow
Landed in the back of its head
And Bangalash fell, dead
Two more appeared
Charging and snarling without fear
Jimmy got one by the rear
Quick as light
The last one flew back as if it had been hit by a train
As an arrow landed in its brain
Jimmy was covered in mud
And spattered with blood
He did not know how to heal with magic
But he did well enough with fabric
As he had promised
He skinned and brought Hemet Bangalash's pelt
Noticing as he did, how soft it felt
As he handed the pelt to Hemet
He could see in his eyes
His total surprise
And he knew this was going to be a different year
Walking around in his spiffy new gear
I Am A Hunter
