just emma - GAMES: May 2013

~Journey to Stormwind City~

Now it was a sunny day, as the band began to play

Some happy tunes two months before May

Reds, blues, purples, and yellows are scattered

Woman rush to hide eggs that had been colored

Now Noblegarden of Easter is a fun-filled time

All the races, for one day, abort their crimes

Among three cities, that all stand fair and true

There is only one that four can travel to

Now on this trip are four pilgrims who happen to be

Not exactly of the right compatibility

There’s the Blood Elf of Eversong Woods

She would glower all day if she could

A Night Elf of Teldrassil is of company too

He shoots off an arrow, fast and true

Worgen in wolf form, well from Gilneas

This journey she hopes to dearly cherish

The last in company is the least bit vile

A Pandren from the Wandering Isle

The four don’t recall how they came to be

Yet together they are, their story told by me

Blood Elves and Night Elves have distant relations

But their races come from the same creation

Once all in unity, they fought for freedom

Magic was what tore apart their kingdom

Blood Elves left and inhabited a great city

Silvermoon holds what they call clarity

The Blood Elf is ruthless, her sword longing to cut

Off the legs of her enemies, leaving them stuck

Green glowing eyes, they never stop searching

For their final target, her heart beyond hurting

Aching inside her, her flesh beats pure

But the arcane changed that, and there is no cure

Red hair straight, over her shoulders pulled back

She stands quite tall, her body nothing to lack

A pointed face, like a mongoose it is

Glaring back and forth, don’t give her a quiz

Knowledge bursts about her mind

And curiously it made a rather fun ride

When she didn’t banter with the old of her kind

She whispered stories that made us less blind

Virtue and honor she holds close to her heart

And all blame are to those she departs

Those, however, are left rather dead

Sometimes shoulders, feet, or even their head

Her soul is, I’m sorry to say

Tainted by evil to this very day

The Night Elf, like his brethren

Are the quiet type, now and again

When he did not snap at his distant sister

He would tend our formidable blisters

For fear of separation is something he had

And his claustrophobia was also quite bad

Of beetles and snakes and red paw bears

On the other hand his sister really didn’t care

A bow on his back and a quiver nearby

He was less likely to fight than to sit there and cry

A bowman he is and remains to be

Four foxes he shot from up in a tree

But when night rolled around

After the horses were tethered and bound

To be a watchman he was not to keen

Saying he preferred rather not to be seen

An argument broke out, between whom I’ll have you guess

It resulted in one night of sleeplessness

With pale blue skin and eyes for night

Not a movement slips past his sight

He does not speak knowledge to pass the time

Rather he glares at the Blood Elf for her “crime”

A noble Worgen is the third member

Her pain strikes a fearful ember

Struggles of memories will never leave her heart

She searches for a new way to start

After watching the downfall of her city

She chose a soul of sympathy and pity

No grudge she holds, she seeks those in need

And so far it’s something she succeeds

She’s traveled to every home

Of both ally and foe

She seeks to do good to amend what she lost

She left all bad behind, that was the only cost

Family and friends, partners in battle

Shivering tales that make your teeth rattle

It was a hostile time, I remember it well

If she will heal, only time is able to tell

Bravery and loyalty have kept her strong

I know happiness is where she belongs

A feud with the Blood Elves is what she should say

But she holds no anger, “they are not to blame”

She has a soul that is gold and pure

To forsake all evil she can assure

Leading the way, a lantern in his hand

The Pandaren from a mysterious land

He seeks no accompaniment, only peace

But it is not war he hates the least

When fire versus fire comes

Backing out he does not succumb

By the fierce of his hand and the keen of his eyes

What he despises most is chaos and lies

War and battle are nothing new for him

Most of his tactics are out on a whim

From power he comes and strong he is

Gifts of tranquility and agility are his

Old with years of knowledge and compassion

The four spirits rise forward to action

Water and fire, a breaking pair

Finally balanced by earth and air

Balance he learned since he was a youngling

The reason for his nature isn’t that puzzling

With a broad reed hat and kind brown eyes

He always ready to find a compromise

The four pilgrims spoke, as you well know

And when they arrived in the valley below

Stormwind City was laid out before them

They realized what they had to do then

While the Blood Elf and Night Elf argued a lot

Many things they eachother taught

The Worgen found love, what she was missing

And the stranger, Pandaren, was merely visiting

Each found something that completed their lives

Knowledge, traveling, or emotional ties

That was how Noblegarden came to an end

Four pilgrims from afar made lifelong friends

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It's my "modern" spin off of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. It was an english assignment, and I'm quite proud of it (gave me a headache though).

§Emma