AN: I originally wrote this for a book report back in high school, but I just found it on my computer and decided I might as well post it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Homeland and made no profit from this.
The Legend of Drizzt
In battle begins
Our tale of woe,
Where two brothers
Are each other's foe.
A third is born,
A son to die,
A sacrifice
To Lolth's lie.
But the first falls
To the second's blade,
The third no longer
Drizzt 's been made.
A page prince suffers
16 years,
Looking down
To hide his tears.
Then a fighter
He becomes,
But his heart
Can he numb?
To the Drow way
Will he fall?
Or can he resist
Battle's call?
