Requiem,
In the end, only the dead shall remain;
One man, one soul, one will to Defile;
A single guide that can stop this Wall of Pain;
An alone soul from the Shadow Isle.
Free me from the pleasures of this flesh Cocoon;
Guide our feeble souls with your beautiful voice;
Lay Waste upon thy enemies on this beautiful moon;
Following your song in this rhythmic rejoice.
I ask for forgiveness for all my sins;
I ask for a guide to bring me salvation;
I ask for thyself when your pilgramage begins;
I ask for thyself out of desperation.
I ask for a single wish in my postmortem; I ask for thyself; please bring forth Requiem.
Author Note: More effective if typed line per line, for quick communication with your team’s Karthus.
Voice thy opinion, a pine, not ping
For inhibition tempers, whilst tempers sing
Want not for alert, nor timer, nor tine
Solely harsh rebuke such efforts find
Only when broached in constrained rote
Shall one’s request, in earnest, be note
A missive, penned, by dead man’s hand
Such prayers devoid of reprimand
“Vocal Lich of Ill Renown”
“Might thy Requiem bare down”
“And slay their wretch with thine own hand”
“So that thy riches may still expand?”
So it arrives, in windowed still
A small request for blood to spill
Met, in moments, by a pause
Prying hope from Cerberus’ jaws
Yet seconds tick, and fangs down bare
A threat escapes, still unaware
Of mercy given, salvation’s light
A request met, albeit with spite
“Fuck you no, I can’t kill twitch”
“I’d rather ult your mother, bitch”
“Dog teammates, all should uninstall”
“I’m afk once I recall”