On Friday the thirteenth, when the cultists rise from hence they came,
A hero rises, to reclaim the spirit of the holiday,
With a flame in his heart,
And a sword in his hand,
Silver rises, to reclaim the land,
The cultists fight strong, and it seems all is lost,
But Silver has hope, and hope can be dangerous,
He rallies his troops, and sets the stage,
With his friends by his side, and lore as the battlefield,
He raises the weapon, and attacks with might,
Every stroke, is a terrific smite,
And eventually, when all is said and done, the cultists run back,
From where they come,
And Silver, now a leader among men, yells out a cry,
To signal the cultists have met their end,
A cry goes out, amongst the horde,
And they thank Silver, who saved all of lore.





Happy holidays, and I hope you have fun in this war, and I hope to see you on the forums soon!