Once upon a night shift dreary, while I trollèd, eyes quite bleary,
Locking many a trite and trivial topic of nerfs yet in store—
While I drifted, nearly drowsing, suddenly there came carousing,
As of some troll crassly browsing, browsing in my thread on lore.
"'Tis some customer," I grumbled, mousing over the Ignore—
Quoth the Moonkin, "Nevermore."
And the shaken sad from afar rumbling of fair dwarf-troll Nixar
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the bleating in my ears, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some Game Master entreating entrance at my forum door--
Some crass Game Master entreating entrance at my forum door;--
This it is, and nothing more."
Quoth the Moonkin, "Nevermore."
Batta sits with heavy breath, looking about with eyes a stare
to the window his eyes do blair not to see the fleating gaze,
of a funny little moonkin.
Presently Batta's finger grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
..Sir,' said he, ..or Madam, truly your forgiveness he implored;
But the fact is Batta was deleting, and so gently you came modding,
And so faintly you came locking, locking at Batta's forum door,
That I scarce was sure he saw you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Emptyness there, and nothing more.
-Pavonum