Another day, another battle, another day to amuse one’s self. Looking out into the shadowy forest, in search of an acquaintance. Wolf howls signal the return of the Princes and all is well. The war has been won and the undead soldiers have been demolished.
Moonlight hovers over the home of the Elves And inside the forest I find myself, Hunting the hunter; under darkened skies. A wolf dives at me and I open fire.
The arrow strikes its head and it falls down dead in the snow. Its companions will be here somewhere, so I will be ready to fire again. An elf appears from the mist, so I lower my bow; It’s good to see you again, old friend.
He tells me of a quest to the undead hordes lair And after shopping for provisions, We head off with our band of merry friends. The healer is annoying, but he will be needed when we get there; So we allow him his flaws and his errors are not mentioned.
Once more into the darkness; we head into war And all around us, the skeletons fall. We grow stronger with age, before, during and after. At the end of the day, we are new to this no more.