There once was a king who stood alone
Archibald's son, stubborn as stone
He was the alpha male of this tale
A King who was destined to fail
Who did little in the second invasion
Practicing the politics of evasion
He left the alliance when Azeroth burned
He kept his money, what Gilneas earned.
And when he was surrounded on all sides.
The living dead with rotting hides.
His son, his golden boy, asked for him to fight
To aid Lorderon and Stormwind on that dark night.
He made a wall to the keep them at bay
But he too would be caught in the fray
His own people were against his rule
The Alpha Male, the bitter fool
Civil war erupted and things went to hell
The putrid bodies with horrid smell
And the undead came through
But what was this king supposed to do
The Worgen were unleashed, but it would not end
Things were too fractured to ever mend
His people were cursed by horrid mutation
Upon their humanity, they commit amputation.
The Alpha Male was himself bitten
Forever a dog, forever flea ridden
But still he did not give up his pride
No matter how much his people cried
And the Banshee Queen, she came at night
He lead his men finally into the fight
A proud warrior to the bitter end
However it would not be his end
As the Banshee left she slew his son
She had killed his golden boy, his treasured one
The Alpha Male, lost his testosterone pride
His wiser son was dead, his own arrogance died
To the ships in the night he fled
Abandoning the land on which they bled
Dependent on the charity on the night elf
The Alpha Male who once looked after only himself
And when a storm had come upon the sea
Elune's Grace, where could his daughter and wife be.
Their ship was sinking and there was no hope.
He becomes a monster with human scope
The Alpha male battles the watery rage
To free his family from a wooden cage
He carries them to safety like an Alpha Man
King Genn Greymane, LEADER OF HIS CLAN!
But though his will remained strong
He never forgot what he had done wrong
In Kalmidor he became humble for their charity
To see a man so humbled was a a rarity.
The Worgen, the undead, the civil war and the loss of his son
Never to forget what he had done
His son dead in a pool of blood
A prince lying in the rain and mud
To teach an old dog to ask for aid
The price of his people, his humanity and his son he paid
He takes a log and throws it into the fire
Genn Greymane, your king and sire.