Pride

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