Saber
Ashenvale, burning bright.
Eclipsing Elune's light.
Demons with all-seeing eyes,
Not to be caught by surprise.
...
Armed and armoured, blackened hearts,
Yet something causes a start.
Heart pumping blood, a rapid beat,
Fuelling moving furry feet.
...
Hammers, axes, spears and bows,
The saber evades their blows.
Sizing foe in deadly grasp,
Around its neck its teeth do clasp.
...
Demons are above all fear,
But something is crystal clear.
One of their number on forest floor,
And its killer will be back for more.
...
And while the forest still burns bright,
Illuminating starless night.
As the demons move once more,
They listen for the saber's roar.