Combative rejoicing.

let the left hand be blessed and rejoice with its job,
for it takes charge when the right hand is tired.
Let Digoza rejoice with the shield,
for it alone stands on the other side of the body, fighting against tiself.
Let Fox rejoice with the fox, searching for the massive damage in little time,
for the day the army ends, the warrior stands tall.
Let Faline rejoice with the Arrow, aimed forward and towards the sun,
for night comes swiftly and the quincy is alone.
Let Catlin rejoice with the ferret, drunk inside a shoe,
for booze and sex do not make up a life, but combat does.
Let Animal rejoice with the Dream, using its crutch to sleep,
for when the world darkens, it is time for the champagne.
Let Twitch rejoice with the Goblin, padded elbows and knees,
for running around with aimless direction makes life more interesting.
Let Rhys rejoice with the Laptop, a creature of infinte power but limited battery,
for when the die is rolled for the spell, such is the dead.
Let the Sword rejoice with the javelin, blue meet yellow,
for the work of a distant being makes it all that much sweet for the kill
Let wolf rejoice with the pack, howling towards the dead moons,
for the one is lesser than the many, but many will save the one.
Let the d12 rejoice wiht the Barbarian, the beefy and the murder,
for it alone cares for the insightful die.
Let Puck rejoice with the end, an ouroboros to the beginning of efforts,
for tricks and play time is over and work must begin.