Fel-seared eyes,Through broken lies,
He wasn’t always this way.
Loved the magic of light,
Still had his sight,
Though he never saved the day.
Cast into the shadow of leaves,
Forced to pick up his greaves,
And continue on from there.
His love and his cause, shattered by all,
Yet he continues to rise and fall.
Do you blame Illidan Stormrage,
For turning to the next page?