Wintergarde

Wintergarde In Wintergarde's keep, where banners once flew high, A tale of valor tarnished 'neath the frozen sky, Luc Valonforth, champion of the Light so pure, Stood firm against the darkness, steadfast and sure. Arthas, prince and hero, with noble heart aglow, Together they stood against the Scourge's blow, But whispers in the frost and shadows in the night, Turned the prince to darkness, shrouded in blight. Oh, Valonforth, with sword and shield held fast, You fought beside the prince, 'til betrayal cast, In Wintergarde's embrace, where treachery was sown, Arthas's heart turned cold, the Light overthrown. Through the icy halls, where echoes haunt the stone, Valonforth faced the prince, in darkness all alone, With courage undiminished, though the truth was hard to bear, Betrayal cut deep, in the frigid, wintry air. Oh, how the verses whisper of the knight who fought and bled, In Wintergarde's defiance, where honor's blood was shed, Valonforth, wounded but alive, in the bitter cold he stood, A testament to resilience, where darkness once withstood. Now Wintergarde's song, in halls where echoes roam, Tells of loyalty tested, and the Light reclaimed at home, Valonforth, survivor, with scars upon his soul, In the hearts of those who sing, your tale forever told.