A Poem based on the League of Legends Game, the Summoner’s Rift Map with the old Winter theme. The oldest and most venerated Field of Justice is known as Summoner’s Rift. The Rift is located in a remote forest between Freljord, the Serpentine River, and the Ironspine Mountains.The Rift serves as a battlefield to decide the political outcomes between the various opposing nations in Valoran, the ultimate contest of the champions; like the gladiator’s fight to death.
As the cruel winter reigns supreme,
Rises the howling of the wolves,
The thrashing of the Baron,
The unmistakable roar of the Dragon,
And the screeching of the Golems;
Beyond the grassy fields and the frozen rivers,
Rises the mighty towers of magical power,
Humming quietly waiting for its next victim,
The jealous guardians of their treasure,
The famed Nexus of power;
Lies the field of justice,
Bathed in the blood of its fallen heroes,
There lies the renowned of Valoran,
The forgotten champions of valor,
Frozen in the eternal stupor of death;
The summoning circle begins to awaken,
Heralding the arrival of new champions,
Fresh blood for the fields of Justice,
The unmistakable ringing of steel blades,
The static in the air of casters channeling their energy;
The wind carries the echoes of cries of pain to come,
The wastelands of Freljord awakens in anticipation,
As the Ironspine Mountains towers over the battlefield,
The frozen Serpentine River waiting patiently to claim new souls,
Just as the winter’s cold embrace offers its welcome,
We arrive at Summoner’s Rift for the battle to begin.
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