Wisdom and Justice

What little warmth from candlelight,

Less now as the world grows cold.

Fraying are these mortal bones,

Such is the price of growing old.

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Dark and weary are my eyes,

And grey is now my hair.

I glance out to the night beyond,

And know naught but despair.

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The nephalem to the winds have scattered,

From aid, they have refrained.

Broken kingdoms try to stem the dark,

But their people still are slain.

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This world's now a place of terror.

In a sense, Diablo's won.

For the night is something to be feared,

And little comfort now from sun.

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The Horadrim fought with all their might,

But fang and time both tool their toll.

Like Cain, I'm now the last Horadrim

With aged body, broken soul.

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El'druin lies beside me here,

But now wield quill, not sword.

Recording wisdom and my failures,

Tales of friends and foes abhorred.

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No justice left for Sanctuary,

Meaningless are final stands.

Waiting for the end to come,

Across these blood-stained lands.