Random Poems for Champs

The merchants feared the beast,

hidden under the sands.

Ready to burst, ready to feast,

coming out of the void.

Awkward they call him

No friends will he ever have

The curse of the mummy

Never released with death

The misty streets are empty.

People hiding in their houses

Suddenly you hear crows

Fiddlesticks has arrived.

A wanderer isnt always lost

Chased away from home

Lost his brother to running away

Killed by his own hands

"DARKNESS", he shouts.

The carries fall dead

Can't write a poem

Havent read his lore yet

The heats turning up

The fire is bouncing

Hes gonna fuck us up
No mercy from Brand.