One is hunting in the night,
Hoping for a midnight snack.
Watching one's Alpha with no ounce of fright.
Stalking one's prey with skill and crilak.
The Alpha gives the sign,
My packmates and I move.
We slip into a drian,
Surround our prey, and croove.
Our prey is unaware,
As we creep in for the kill.
We sneak up on our schlair,
Using our long-learned skill.
We burst in on the Trollocs,
Ripping hamstrings, biting flust.
Dancing with the Neverborn,
Killing as we know we must.
Have we stayed the hand of Leafblighter's wrath?
We have but killed one group, and our losses are crenimy.
We have chosen such a grisply path,
But we know we must wage war against this constant enemy.
I wrote this in 11th grade Creative Writing.
My teacher asked us to write something with nonsense words in it.
I'm sure some of you can guess which books I was reading at the time....