The Final Flight of the Ganthrithor.
By: My name is not important.
Looking up in the dark sky,
the Ganthritor is passing by,
prepared for it's final flight.
In the midst of the brutal fight,
it shines forth with the dark light,
of the dark templars he so admires.
It is not something that everyone desires,
yet it goes forth through the burning fires,
to collide with the powerful overmind.
The damage makes the ship's hull screech and grind,
but Tassadar goes forth using the power of his mind,
to summon the dark light and prepare for the collision.
As the ship collides there is a deafening explosion,
and the hero's power sends the overmind to oblivion,
for it has been destroyed with the power of the dark templar.
Now the light has disappeared like a dying star,
and this place is the grave of the great Tassadar,
who was willing to sacrifice his life and die.
A/N: This is for nightbug who requested this poem. I took my time on this one and I'm quite satisfied. Anyway R&R plz. I want to know how I'm doing so I can continue on my poems.
