Back into the battlefield I go,

Upon the plains of Summoner’s Rift
To the top lane I do drift,
Bearing boots of movement speed
And four pots of healing mead.

From far away across the land
A man most foul
Does there stand.
He walks in and out amongst the grass
Spreading forth his putrid-smelling gas.

And so for a time we just safely farm…
Till I look with much alarm,
Lo! How the minion’s attacks have bended
That there Singed is overextended!
Let us take the kill he’s lended
and let us gank a mighty gank.

And so I lead in with a parrrley
While Lee Sin attacks from far away,

Leaping from the bush
he hits his ki
and strikes with chi
raining punches blow by blow,
then pounds the ground
his shouts resound
making Singed so ever slow.

The gasman tries to flash
But my fingers are too fast,
I click forth another slash
And ignite I finally cast.

He falls defeated
Beneath his tower
Giving gold and laning power.

And as I port back to the base
My teammates cry out
without disgrace;
They shout,
“What a glorious pirate leader,”
while the enemies just rage, "Feeder!"


- BLOOD MOON MASTER YI -