I thought it fitting for WoW.
It had marshaled its strength and its legions unnumbered stood swollen, characterless and Grey. A host of slaves in a sleep like state, machines, and miasma. Its right hand was nothingness, its van distraction. Entropy its gloomy herald, tokens and promises all sly and false. Vultures and crows fear to follow campaign, upon whips it marches.
Yet upon the field the unbowed readied. The most stalwart and chiefly of captains rallied about their lord, equal both in pledge and love. A company of color and constitution adorned from the armories of imagination. Creation was their banner and their king wore a crown wrought of thought and creativity. Long may he reign! For Forth rides ruin!