Pride

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by Findail

One young wemic takes a stride;
His first step from The Mother.
There's not a mark upon his hide;
He growls farewell to brothers.

Across the plains of Kurathene,
'Neath forests of Le'Or,
Since Balgar's first the world's not seen
The power of his roar.

Through countless battles, storm and strife,
The warrior earns his glory.
The actions of his noble life
Define the world's grand story.

For one young wemic took a stride;
His hide's now scarred and battered.
He won acclaim for all the pride --
To him, that's all that mattered