We Are The Bloodline Champions

My mind's in the arena,

yes I think I've been playing it quite a lot.

Why don't you come on in

and see what the Champions have got?

I wouldn't read this intensely,

after all, it's just a game.

If anything, it's proof that

we poets aren't quite what we claim.

I've been favoring the Herald;

his bubble, it oughta reflect.

There's my good friend the Ranid,

who you'll have to try hard to detect.

We've been struggling all night

through the frustration mud.

But it's worth it if just once

we can cover our foes in their blood.

We might bring in our Engineer,

though he needs to work on his aim.

His latency's shot to hell,

but he's not the type to complain.

We keep our eyes on the Alchemist,

sidestepping her fatal sleep;

When you see us coming,

you better hide what you wish to keep.

The Gunner just executes

before she can even be seen,

while the Psycho is falling

but then ups and flees the scene.

Volcanoes and Earth Storms:

it's obvious by now we've been had.

I'll stick it out this round

but next one, I'm picking Nomad.

Don't get hit by the shadowbolt

or I swear, I'll wring your neck.

But the Vanguard's on you now

and all I hear is "Aw, what the heck".

The Ravener's spinning;

The Spear Master's launched his harpoon.

Wait, now, I've got my ultimate,

but damn I think I used it too soon.

Two Astronomers are deadly,

but nothing can trump triple Thorn.

When it's two in the morning,

our reflexes are thinned and worn.

Yes, I think at this point

I just can't predict your Wuju.

I'll see you all next weekend,

but I'll see you in my dreams, too.