So I Got a Yorick (a Lyric Poem)

So I got a Yorick, and yes he is strong. He walks with a limp down the lane to face my enemies, who ever they may be.

I've been wanting Yorick for a while now, yet it took what felt like months.

When I finally got the hunchback, I never felt better. I've seen him played maybe once or twice, but never more. He's a forgotten champion.

In the middle, I walked to path and each time I went back I was stronger than the last.

The fishboy showed promise but I had already killed him just once and was very pleased. My queen of the jungle took her time as she went about. Rushing around on those thin legs. She saw the atlantean close to death and went in to attack but fell to a trick he pulled.

Minutes went by, the opponents power only grew. Able to best me I had no protection from his numerous attacks. Death was my only release.

We had no choice, we gave the battle to our opponents. My time as the grave digger was up. I had only begun to understand him.

But in the end, I had a Yorick on my side.