Anub'Arak
"Stop touching my carapace, fools!"
His booming voice echoed the caverns below
Yet the chosen champions kept their onslaught
Being the master's envoy he had no choice
His obedience was not his own though
Long ago, himself the king of the spiders unknown
His noble life ended with the master's blow
Now mindless tool, caught in master's throes
His last stand against the factions' hope
Spikes pierce the ground, his summons close
His efforts in vain, his master's anger known
Copyright © Nicprotebe Takynicprotebe | Year Posted 2023
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