User:Shammiesgun/Crowley’s Redemption
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To Sally Whitemane,
height of the Crusade.
A letter I send,
along with a blade.
Blood on this metal,
is unlike any other.
It belongs to my sister,
my brother and mother.
A week has passed,
since my pilgrimage.
I returned to Lordaeron,
to my old village.
They escaped the Scourge,
but not your wrath.
My dad doubted,
and achieved death.
It wasn't enough,
to kill a “heretic”.
The entire family,
perished with the cleric.
I ended the lives,
of those you made.
Ended their genocide,
before I prayed.
My dying sister,
told me all.
Your misguided hand,
your bloodshed brawl.
Believe I didn't,
the rumors I heard.
If only I listened,
to their true word.
Save them I could,
if I acted sooner.
Blinded I was,
by your great future.
I'll send none,
no more troops.
Not even an army,
neither split in groups.
The tabard I wore,
made a fine ash.
It kept me warm,
against the cold clash.
I will be resigning,
free of foully.
With no regrets,
Brother Crowley.