Flight of 6

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poem I wrote about a world of warcraft raid one evening.
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redice
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Scorpion scurries upon the ground
A vast land, parched and bleak,
Wind whistles its low eerie sound
Sparse inhabitants of dead and meek.

Call to arms, was the piercing sound
Anxiety and fear mass gathering of faces.
Armies assemble, on barren ground
Rustling of weapons, many fighting races.

Poised for battle, two mighty armies stand
Bristling with weapons, a valiant sight.
The order was given, the battle began
Weapons ready two armies take plight.

Clashing with a thunder the dying began
Weapons of death resound its eerie sounds.
Cold steel slashing, weapons powered by man
Climax was evident, as slain slumped to the ground.

Warrior and paladin, form walls of death
Bloodied and battered, red runs upon the sand.
Ranks held fast with each dying breath
Wave after wave the mighty wall did stand.

In a distance it could be heard, brewing of a storm
Casters of elements, arrow and shot.
Minions bound, upon enemy, a powerful swarm
Tearing and slashing they expose the weak spots.

Throughout the ranks, the healers did appear
Casting and healing, without any fear.
Healing the fallen, before death drew near
Dispatching the enemy, to their celestial sphere.

Cries of dying, began to subside
Enemy once strong, now wounded and wavering.
Army of the Six, bleeding, injured with pride
Feeling the end, the enemy began faltering.

Covered in blood. the living endured
Armor and weapon. damaged and red.
For freedom and justice they safely secured
Victory though costly, paid by the dead.

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