Face the Raven
Upon the wind there is a bird,
To all dark tidings carries word.
To all the mortal races speaks,
Words of danger from its beak.
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Sometimes, the corvid's words unheard.
But flight continues unimpeded.
The shadow comes, it now flies west,
Fear still lurking in its breath.
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It sees Man stand beside the Horde.
Together axe and spear and sword.
The new allies travel north,
So too, the raven carries forth.
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Alliance made with elder race.
The Legion's advance gathers pace.
At Hyjal, flesh is surely rend.
Eternity has reached its end.
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But victory is still obtained.
Upon this world, life is retained.
Azeroth will surely last.
So he joins the ranks of legends passed.