King Rat

"King Rat was his name, a sad moniker.
For this King was no rat but pure terror,
and his speech was like swords piercing the skin
of his enemies, their allies, and all next of kin.
King Rat would bring justice, not mercy or grace;
and fear will become you when you see his face
staring you down on the battlefield.
So ready your armor, your horse and your shield!
Send mages and warlocks for 10am attacks
Their spells will fall dully upon his stacks
and stacks of defenses: His Templars his Pallies!
No morale bonus he needs for his troops themselves rally
To fend off the foes much weaker than he
Who stands proudly as King over all that he sees.

I am King Rat, a name you’ve just learned,
but a name notheless that will forever be burned
into to recesses of your tortured brain:
You’ll recall all the hardship, the terror, the pain.
Be not mistaken: you will suffer ME,
My mages, my zerks, and my WGs.
So build up your towers and cower in fear,
Raise up red flags as my armies draw near.
The sound that you hear is impending doom:
I’ll hunt you. I’ll find you. I will see you soon!"