The Battle is On!
A Battle commences, tell everyone and all!
One race will triumph! The others will fall!
So many games with so many ways to win.
Every point counts, the line is very thin.
Will the werewolves give a howl of victory?
Or will they let out a furious bark of misery.
Will the fairies dance and sing in success?
Or will their lights dim and fade in distress.
But a festival we hold for the Races of old!
To determine the strongest of them all!
To see which one will stand tall!
Against each other we all are small!
But truly together we beat them all!
KoH is a union of one small rule.
To no race alone, we are cruel.
But to go against us all you’d be the fool.
So to see our strongest we must dual!
Who will stand victorious while the others drool.
The Elves! The Elves! The mighty Elves!
The brains of KoH! Whose books line our shelves!
Triumphant they are, hooray we all sing!
Gifts of all shapes and sizes we bring!
A step behind the Werewolves dance!
Second place they earned, they’ve won their chance!
And fluttering behind the Fairies ring!
Third place is for all, upon the wing!
The Battle has ended! Victories won.
But our union as one will never be done
