Defense of the Ancients
In oblivion, she crawls, leaps,
runs, and spreads her wicked wings
to fly away from the warmth of home
to sneak into the dark and dismal town
where narrow paths lead to ecstasy,
camaraderie, death and victory.
Trailing the landmines buried by
the threesome trusted heroes
who feed her penchant for salve
that brings venom to her veins
yet lends a warming breath
from the savage torches, that ties
her willing arms to the filthy cape
of the mighty enchantress.
In oblivion, she retreats, runs away
from the raging battle of traitors
who dream to kill themselves
in the same cold war of the weakling
which enticed the enchantress to die
with a hero that casts both fire and ice
to hide their temple from the sinless snipers.
She invisibly…slowly… fakes a hallow death
to allure the scourges never to hinder
her righteous vow to defend the ancients.
Bio: Maria Cristina De Guzman loves to play DotA during her spare time. This poetry is about her struggles in defending what she considers as her ANCIENTS in real life.