King Leoric

A poem in an ode to the skeleton King in dota.

long time ago in a land far away
a great king in his grave peacefully lay.
but the scourge found favour in his strength
and raised him up to join the ranks

now the empowered, mindless brute
seeks to eradicate all things good.

with a vampiric blade in hand,

he brings terror across the land.

he could hurl a magic hammer at will,
stunning foes senseless, sore and still.

he derives great pleasure from inflicting pain
while drawing enemy's blood, his health to gain

seeking weak points effectively;
a critical strike kills instantly.

just when foes think that he's been slain,
up from the dust he rises again.
fully recharged and back in one piece,
their apparent win is bound to cease.