The sun behind clouds did twinkle
upon our excursion to precipices Abyssal.
And for a second it did seem to winkle
a dull omen, greeted by my dismissal.
But suddenly we were beset
on all side by mobs with intent
to cause damage and otherwise upset
and our mission they did dissent.
Great damage we spewed over the area
our eyes on simple meters excited
A battle of numbers , producing hysteria
between mage and cleric, rogues uninvited.
But one mob survived more than a second
an abyssal soldier, reaver his vocation
at least 20 points in, I reckoned
for cast he, at me, [Infestation].
Why his target was me, young chloro
was beyond questioning or reason
As risk not i would the wrath of tank thorough
doing so, would be painful painful, treason.
But I responded , lo and voided his life
's insurance and claims for not was i
an occupational work hazard, but personal strife
I made him rue the day he opened his eye.
Over his sad corpse victory was usual
till i felt something crawling within not normal
twas not painful but merely unusual
an infestation that wriggled uneasy, internal.
I reached for my staff aiming to [Deny],
or perhaps default to [Nature's Cleansing]
But the sensations within me i could not good-bye
for i felt sentience perhaps and life unsensing
A joyous character was she, a right ol darling
thusly struck i was, inert, immobile
whilst my resolve had been sterling
now it was zero sum total
She was a blooming spring morn (burning)
Sunlight like honey, reflecting off eyes dead
fragrance of natural life, though churning
A smile dazzling upon , perfectly behead.
I heard a voice drifting, invasive
'Dude, cleanse yourself'
My response was slow, evasive
'Whatever, screw thyself.'
Meanwhilst things changed quickly in my within
How could I kill what i now loved?
Wether twas alive or pretending i did chagrin.
Regardless I resolved, it would not go unloved
for thusly i declared, to all who could hear,
and to the vigil if they could care
even though no sigil i did bear
that the pain of my love i was aware
I WILL NOT CLEANSE THIS INFESTATION.
I was later, in another life, lambasted by Rei Tilkanos,
for being a dumbass and an idiot, for my sudden carnation
her verdict, meekly i did not oppose.
Written on the spur after reading something in MFD's Guild chat
Guild:[Hester]: I will not cleanse Infestation!
i think he was referring to something else entirely. i took it perfectly out of context.
Also this is next big thing thats horrible. An*l [Ability] is old. Now its Horrible Poetry [Ability]
EDIT : What the hell rhymes with Chloro?