Senses high alert,
Anticipation of prey,
Patience is the key.

That dark side writhes within him,
This is no comic strip.
His tactics not on a whim,
Clans will lose leadership.

Pravus has a weapon
His name is Ranarr Thul
He's actually a traitor
Who played it rather cool
Pravus used him quickly
He ran a Shadesworn through
Seven seconds later
The rest of us died too
Ranarr got paid some credits
We didn't know he did
And stuck between two forces
Of us the Throne rid

My poem uses the idea that Pravus' "key" is the Inquisitorius Tattoo on every member's back who has an Inquisitorius rank IV or higher (obtained with a score of 310). Basically the idea is that it brainwashes you to see his view on the schism and he activated it to ensure his victory.

Pravus has the power
Every minute and every hour
To destroy and devour
All that is sweet and sour

The Iron Legion came crashing down
Their forces endless, like a winter avalanche
Crushing and destroying all in there path,
But when Pravus sacrificed his own
That’s when we knew, truly how far gone he was.
The avalanche was now a wave of magma
Nothing could survive, and everything burns.