[CENTER]What need have I,
For Stealth, to hide,
To run from battles bold?
To fear the never ending cold,
Be blade, arrow or more,
I can face what they have in store.
I stand ready, at the line,
In terms of tank, I redefine,
What it means to be the focal point,
In a chain, the strongest joint.
Such armor and health, like none before,
I can face what they have in store.
I am a Tank, I give my life,
For friend and ally, I sacrifice,
My own well being, a silent wall,
I never cry, you wont hear me call,
For aid, or kills, not a word I shall utter,
And my foes, about me they will mutter.
I do not care, for their stories or lore,
I alone can face what they have in store.
So strike me, so fierce and swift,
I have for you, a thorny gift.
For every drop of blood I shed,
I can say "I never fled".
I simply smirk, and swing my weapon,
With a slow confidence, just one second,
Is all I need to make my mark,
Not Doran or the Fervor of Stark.
And when the game becomes such a bore,
I know I've faced what they had in store.
So finally, I walk the line so clear,
From home to foe, our victory near.
What need have I, for stealth or speed?
When simple might is all I need.
I crush our foes with a strike or two,
And bring about pain they never knew.
And when they cry "Please, no more."
I ask "Can you face, what I have in store?"[/CENTER]
-A short poem by Iridium Devil.
The Assassin's Soul:
http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/...6#post23931206
The Assassin's Soul II:
http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/...9#post27011679
Fury Of The Jungle:
http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/...5#post27107165