RISE OF A CHAMPION

In this tale, before my tale,
I tell of how, I did prevail,
In this place called Doam,
Demons did stretch an arm.



They shriek and rage, as I scale,
Up the face and down the trail,
Free of my tormented cage,
Never again, such wage.



Unforgiven thoughts, had I,
Of visions past, before my eye,
My right to feed, they did deny,
Made to watch my parents die.

I played my part, feigning fright,
Much to the Drell's delight,
But as the Drell rest in sleep,
With their blade, did I cut deep.