SeppukuChu here, in my star-studded (?) debut.

The Last Prophet, Medivh, gave a dire warning to King Terenas. It proved to be the costliest mistake Terenas ever made in his troubled reign atop the throne of Lordaeron…

A sundered soul, from sight of night had fled
Sargeras‘ hate, that once had flowed so keen;
as once, the whole, by Titan’s might, possessed.
Aware of late, the sun now grows within

Prognostication’s evil, trumpet marked
the rage of old; he knew the warning keen,
and sought to save the free realms from the dark

He flew to ancient castled realm of men;
The palace sides, commanding fortress walls,
There through the painted tacit helm and hence
the falas tides, in spanning courtly halls

He came with might in thunder’s staggered force
with flying plumes in blizzard nether storm.
The flame of lightning’s yonder jagged course
the cry in runic wizard’s feathered form.

The stormcrow druid’s lore in river’s speech
through age-old stagnant rites, the Stygian keen
The foremost fluid words of bitter reach
a rage in latent night; Obsidian’s gleam

A voice of old escaped from Titan’s war
His warning’s clear command: to hasten, take
a voyage cold, away from lightened shores
through storming fear, and land in haven safe

To ships that sent, intent on sundered shore,
there met on Isle’s plains beyond the sea
A split to mend; redemption underscored;
and reconcile ancient enemy.

So winding path of nomad flight was laid
but kindred men are loth to leave their halls
The shining flash of hope, at pride betrayed;
The impish hand that oft beleaguers souls

Terenas there “I naught’ll pledge a word;
forsake the works, the homes we’ve made so dear?
Erandless where, to haunt the edge of Earth?
We’ve stayed the orcs; we’re only staying here.

We’ve halted foes; tremendous Orcish tides
The demons knights of fury; b’fore us fell
An Altarac surrendered towards our side;
Our kingdom’s might endured through stormy hell

We’ll seal our ground come boiling hells of war
The blood and might of mail is all we know
For demon’s hounds; we’ve foiled, quelled, endured
We’ve stood in light, prevailed to all our foes”

The wand’rer forth “so be it then your plan,
For greater foe than one you’ve ever seen
Is on your door; so flee it when you can
the fate of woe is coming; guaranteed”

So winding path of nomad flight was laid
but kindred men are loth to leave their halls
The shining flash of hope, at pride betrayed;
an impish hand that oft beleaguers souls

So pride of men forsakes the mage’s call;
portentous words, by kingdom’s haught ignored.
The rising end awaits rapacious squall;
momentous scourge to bring chaotic war

The tower bells; their strength-born’s Swan had sung
From power hell, at length piranha sprung.

This refers to the opening cinematic of Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos.

This is iambic pentameter, but instead of your standard A B A B C D C D etc. rhyme scheme, EVERY word in the A line rhymes with a corresponding word in the B line. e.g. in stanza 4, “came” rhymes with “flame”, “might in” rhymes with “lightning”, “thunder” rhymes with “yonder” (sort of), “staggered” and “jagged”, “course” and force”, and likewise for the other two lines.
Well, a lot of them loosely rhyme, but it was hard to formulate it so it made coherent sense if I had a stricter rhyme-scheme, and it isn’t quite flawless in terms of following the ABAB rhyme scheme.

Granted, I have too much time on my hands. And I could’ve wrote about something better than Warcraft. And its ridiculously contrived. But ah well.

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