In Warhammer's realm, where legends reside, The Wraithknight stands, its power applied, But whispers of judgment cast a sorrowful haze, As I cherish the might it displays.

Towering and proud, it strides on the field, A symbol of strength, its presence revealed, Yet others frown upon this noble delight, Casting shadows, staining my delight.

Oh, Wraithknight, beloved, misunderstood, In this game we cherish, where battles intrude, Stay true to your essence, let judgments fall astray, For your valor and beauty shall forever hold sway.

Opinions may waver, like a fleeting breeze, But your prowess, dear knight, shall put minds at ease, Embrace your passion, let the naysayers depart, For you, my Wraithknight, hold a special place in my heart.

In this tapestry of battles, your splendor will ignite, Unveil your valor, shine forth with your might, Lament no more, for your spirit shall remain, A testament to joy, in this war-torn domain.

So, stand tall, my friend, with pride and grace, Defy the doubts, let your love find its space, For the Wraithknight's glory, forever it shall gleam, In your hands, a beacon of triumph, a cherished dream.

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Feels bad that I will be murdered for playing her in a game...