Lady Vorach by Foxpiper

Lady Vorach

This is another poem that was written as a request by SalemtheCruel about her Redwall character, Vorach.

Lady Vorach

Foxpiper

Lady Vorach hailed from the cold and rugged north,

Where snow would blanket every tree and rock-covered warth;

The marten's heart was frozen, just like her stoic rule,

Reigning with an iron paw, her ways forever cruel.

Born into poverty and never shown much love,

Young Vorach was a waif that was rarely spoken of;

Yet a dark fate seemed to smile upon her one day,

When a band of mercenaries took her straight away.

They saw her potential to become a blade for hire,

With her great intelligence and wanton desire;

Thus, an apprenticeship began for many a year,

Until she became a force that all would truly fear.

Upon reaching adulthood, she had chose to depart,

For nothing seemed to satisfy her blackened heart;

The marten knew that going rogue would be very rough,

But the life of a mercenary was not enough.

So she gathered groups of vermin, forming a fierce horde,

With the promise of vast riches as their own reward;

They wandered across the Northlands for awhile,

Until Vorach heard tales of a wondrous isle.

A mystic kingdom governed by an aging king,

Was an offer that would be a most fortunate thing;

Acquiring ships to sail to this ancient place,

Made an evil smile flicker across her face.

Silently, they rowed upon the island's sandy shore,

With villagers unaware that death was at their door;

Soon, the sounds of bloody screams filled the open air,

As the vermin slaughtered many without a care.

Eventually, they found the king hiding in a room,

A scared and frail beast who swiftly met his doom;

After gathering those from the bloodshed obscene,

Lady Vorach proudly proclaimed herself as queen.

Villagers became slaves, obeying her every whim,

Whilst those who disagreed suffered tortures most grim;

And thus, it became clear for any beast to see,

The vile reign of Vorach would be wrought in misery.