It all began with nine
Whose lives would intertwine
They all had their way
But in the end would be a price to pay.
The first stood tall
But he found that would be his fall
Picked off like prey
And was lost by the end of the day
The second had a free heart
Yet he was bitter and tart
His nature was shallow
And his head was hollow.
The third was blind
His principals of kind
His young mind naïve
And was soon deceived.
The fourth came from an island tribe
He was quick, strong, and good for a bribe
With a bestially form and large head
With long fangs and eyes of red.
The fifth's a sad story
all gruesome and gory
Betrayed by nine
He was struck down at the end of his line.
The sixth was strong willed
And for that he was killed
In a fearsome attack
Lead by the last of the pack.
The seventh is a nut case
With no sense and bad taste
He helps the leader
Known as the deceiver.
The eighth is fearful
Almost every minute his eyes tearful
He never wanted a fight
So he stayed out of sight
The ninth was mistrusted
He hated and was filled with blood lust
He scourged with a sword
He was indeed a very dark lord.
In the end will be a price to pay…