Runescape poem when i get bored i make this crap up ~~

Lumbridge sits among the flames of war
I got tired of the chore
Blood fills the rivers
As i refill my quiver
A dying man his soul leaves his lips
A broken leg torn from the hip

A flaming cart
A rune dart
The guards bodies hang from the walls
As a man's blood covers the halls
I started with the noobs lvl 20 and below
I crippled their life i didnt leave a toe
They were no match for my dragon long
I ate the hearts of the strong

As the 40 and aboves arrived i saw one shake
Starting at the red carpet grass after the quake
They all stood strong 500 or so They came in a rush
I beheaded one and left his rune helm in a bush
I laughed at their courage
Their honor and such
The battle went on untill dusk

The last mage stood a air staff in his hand
I thought of a way to make this last killing less bland
One good shot
Right on the dot
My arrow moved like a hawk
His face turned to chalk
His blue top became a canvas of red
The last of the dorks was dead

I got out of the chair
And combed my hair
I wanted a drink
My cheeks were pink
Of all the carnage i had done
Of all the noobs that had run
Another day of fun