Is this what happens to me at 5am?
I write League of Legends poetry?
I can dig it :P
The murky depths he wandered.
While revenge was all he pondered.
He went in a man and came out something, different.
And with a trail of large metal foot prints.
He made his way to the league.
Not seeking fame or prestige.
But only to find those who doomed him to this fate.
Now upon the Fields of Justice.
There is not one among us.
Who can escape his quick Q,W,E.
Not one shall flee.
The haunting grip of the anchors arch.
As champion after champion falls way to the endless march.