Sun cast its rays upon the ground,
The trod of feet the only sound,
As two opponents bent on war,
Came to settle an eternal score.
Elitist clothed in fiery gold,
Did in his hand a halberd hold,
While noob dressed all in solid hide,
Wore a bronze scimmy at his side.
"You cannot win" elitist said,
"You know you will just end up dead.
I don't see why you've even tried,
There is no point in suicide."
"There is a point." The noob then cried,
"I fight for all the noobs that died,
For all those that must work as slaves,
Eternally inside your caves."
"For all those that have suffered shame,
Being called names inside this game,
For 15 ashes I now stand
Stolen by an elitist hand"
And now from scabbards weapons rasped,
In steady grips their hilts were clasped,
The halberd whistled through the air,
And bronze scimmy met it there.
Wars dance began in jerky stride,
Two blades traced arcs against the sky,
For only one blow would decide,
Who would live and who would die.
-Qazwsx3740
27-May-2006 17:28:53