T'was a chilly day, and slightly breezing,
As Ashe the Archer stood weakly wheezing.
For at her feet lay foes a-fallen:
Karthus, Janna, Jax, and Shen.
A long ways off, her hawk revealed,
Lay yet another threat concealed.
A construct made of twigs and straw:
Her eyes alit with fret and fright,
The huntress softly cursed her plight.
An arrow leapt from hand to bow,
To test the wills of ice and crows.
With all her might she sent it towards
Fiddlesticks's crowish hordes.
A most tremendous crash rang out
Clearly sign'ling the ended bout.
A weary smile crept upon her face
As Ashe trudged slowly back to base.
"Ace", a disembodied voice declared;
Ashe looked up - red lightning flared.
it dawned on her- alas, too late-
That Karthus planned to seal her fate
For though in body he was slain,
His spirit rose to fight again.
He channeled for his final spell
As Ashe, frustrated, knew too well
Her health was simply not enough
Hana no saku kiri
· Fri Apr 19, 2013 @ 08:51pm · 0 Comments