In the realm of Last Epoch, a game so fierce and fine,
Where heroes tread and shadows dread, in timelines that intertwine,
There lies a skill, a fiery thrill, that outshines the rest,
Burning Daggers, in battles bigger, proves itself the best.
A dance of flame, none can tame, it weaves through the air,
Cutting through the dark, leaving a mark, with a blazing flair.
Enemies wail as they fail to escape its fiery might,
But oh, what tales could be regaled, if it had more bite!
Imagine, if you will, a legendary so rare,
That shifts the daggers’ fiery glare into something more fair.
Not just the scorch of fire’s touch upon the blade’s keen edge,
But poison, ice, or lightning’s vice, to push the foes to ledge.
A dagger dipped in venom, turning green with every throw,
Or encased in frost, for a cost, to chill the foes below.
Lightning crackling, fiercely tackling, each opponent in its path,
Oh, how I dream, for my team, to wield such diverse wrath!
Eternal are the battles, and so too are the desires,
For gear that shifts and uplifts, kindling new fires.
Oh, Last Epoch, hear my plea, from the echoes of the past,
Grant us a legendary, at last, to make our joys vast.
For in the dance of daggers, where fire reigns supreme,
Lies a wish, a fleeting bliss, for a more versatile scheme.
With new powers bestowed, our adventures would unfold,
In a symphony of destruction, untold, bold, and cold.
So here’s to Burning Daggers, the skill that we adore,
May it evolve, and problems solve, bringing victories galore.
But a legendary change, oh, it’d be strange, yet splendid to explore,
To see our favorite skill, fulfill, a destiny with more.