User blog:Jelduno/Act IV - The Poem

Gone is the wet jungle and the rain.

Here are the fires of Hell and pain.

A mighty citadel on high upon a stone,

A haven for one who must travel alone.

First to wander and slay Izual,

To learn that Tyrael is quite the fool.

Then to the Hellforge must we go,

To kill the evil one called Hephasto.

Using his his hammer we shall not miss,

Shatter the stone and send Hatred to the Abyss.

Onward we go across the River of Flame,

Hell thus far has been rather tame.

"Not even death can save you from me!"

Out comes the cry of the youngest of the Three.

Diablo, the Lord of Terror, arises,

And with this monster comes dark surprised.

A prison of bone and lightning so red,

And angry fire to fill us with dread.

The battle will Terror will be long fought,

We shall not die or this will be for naught.

After the demon lets out his death wail,

We head to the north to hunt down Baal!