A Vrykul’s Lament in Azeroth
In Azeroth’s inns, I stoop to enter, Doorways made for those much gentler. I duck my head, avoid the beam, A giant in a human’s dream.
Through Elwynn Forest, I tread with care, Branches scraping my braided hair. The squirrels chatter, the rabbits flee, A Vrykul’s walk is no quiet spree.
In Ironforge, the ceilings low, I bend my knees, my pace is slow. The gnomes, they giggle, the dwarves, they stare, “Too big for here!” they declare.
At the Darkmoon Faire, I seek some fun, But the rides are small, my day is done. I watch from afar, a smile so wry, For even a warrior can’t deny.
In Stormwind’s streets, I feel confined, A world not built for my kind. But this is home, where my heart stays, A Vrykul’s life in human ways.