Starless Nite

'Twas happening under starless night
The end, victory, of Orcian fight
The village raided, up in flame
The Orcs thought it was a game
But, up upon the mountain side
Where so many Orc kin had died
There stood a Ranger, strong and proud
And his Black Panther roaring loud
As they looked upon the city
Taken over by loss and pity
Lavender eyes, burning bright
Were seen through out the night
Whom ever saw, never did know
Nor see his dance, a scimitar show
Gashed here slashed there, left for dead
Some didn't even have a head
By dawns rising, to the east
The orcian fiends had no feast
They were dead where they lay
None ever say another day
The Ranger, with ebony skin
Head wanted by his kin
Left the ruins head held high
Upon his face he wore a sigh

By Ice Panther of

The Fifth Realm