꧁༺ ༻꧂
Upon the Fields where ancient warriors meet,
And five brave souls are summoned to compete,
There stands my friend, with courage most refined,
A noble player of uncommon mind.
Through ganks and griefers, lag and dreadful feeds,
Thou stand’st composed, attending to thy deeds.
When towers fall and hope begins to flee,
Somehow, dear friend, thou still command’st with glee.
Thy skill in battle is a wondrous sight,
A radiant beacon through the darkest night.
And though the enemy may boast and sneer,
Their ancient trembles when thy footsteps near.
So raise thy glass, good sir, and take thy due
For none upon this wretched game play quite like you.
A gentleman, a warrior, loyal and true,
And, most importantly, one I’m pleased to queue.
May fortune bless thy lanes, thy fights, thy gold,
May every rune be thine before it’s sold.
And should we lose, as mortals sometimes do
I shall, of course, humbly blame the rest of the crew.
꧁༺ ༻꧂

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