Poem: The Tale and Tragedy of The Tiny Master of Evil

A young yordle boy, he wanted to see the world beyond bandle and so it would be

But this is a tale of torture and fear a tale that all yordles are certain to hear.

Ambitious was he, this small yordle boy he wanted adventure the thought gave him joy

Yet tragedy fell when one fateful day the yordle was ambushed and taken away

Away from his friends and the world he did know the noxians knew how to torture him so

Alone and imprisoned, with darkness near by his jailors did laugh when veigar did cry.

He spiraled into a world of despair he needed a friend and yet no one was there.

His hatred had grown. It corrupted his core the twisted young yordle was veigar no more

The noxians knew they’d made a mistake when laughter was heard and earth did shake.

And so he escaped with a sickening smile his power was great but his heart had gone vile.

The world the young yordle had wanted to see he now would see bent on a quivering knee.

(And then Riot nerfed him, and gutted his kit. But he's getting buffed, so he may not be shit.)