Hiya everybody, I’ve decided to make a poem about my favorite race, the Charr. This poem is set into a prewar environment and is called “It’s time for war”. Hope you guys like it!
Metal clinking
Horn sounding
Rough growls in the air
It’s time for war
Cubs tucked in
Gladiums sulking
Devourer’s pen gate creaking
It’s time for war
Sun beating on the patchy grass
Air stifling hot
Murky water rippling
It’s time for war
Blades sharpened
Bows strung
Turrets loaded
It’s time for war
Plate polished
Leather smoothed
Cloth mended
It’s time for war
Banners waving
Orders shouted
Footsteps stomping
It’s time for war
The first mortar fired
Devourers screeching
Thousands of roars trembling the ground
It’s time for war
“Hell have no fury like a woman scorned”…..
Obviously this guy never came upon an injured ranger and her ticked-off pet.
Nice! 
I loved it. <3
It’s a simple but awesome poem.
Resident Charr Elementalist of NSP (Nisha Frostmaw)