Originally Posted by
Mic_128
Since the OP sucks at poetry...
At first there was a world of war
where at the start you kill the boars.
Questing all over Azeroth
other MMO's it was bumping off.
Dungeons and raids and yes some grinding,
While certainly rough people had a good timing.
Then the gate opened and demons came out,
A blind Nightelf began to shout.
Prepared we were not, yet we did not care.
Through the portal and down the huge stairs.
To Outland we fought, demons and naga to slay,
Big names to fight, and we can fly? Hooray!
Illidan now dead, the demons defeated,
Strange grain appeared, and was eaten, untreated.
Undeath came to us, so we came to them,
In the ice and the snow, bugs, ghouls, trolls again?
We downed an Old God, and Naxx version two.
We held a tournament as well. Oh black knight, shoo.
The Citadel was invaded, and life prevailed,
on a throne of bone where the wind blustered and hailed.
The king was defeated, cheers rang around,
Yet under our feet, break did the ground.
A new terror to fight, Deathwing was alive!
Not new at all, here from '95!
The Barrens he Broke, and the Loch was Lost,
He worked to create a world-wide holocaust.
Yet from the height of a mountain to the depths of the sea,
We heroes came to fight Old god plot number three.
Fighting Sinestrazsa, Old Rag, even Gall and Cho,
To battle we charged, even though
Not everything was perfect, some parts were just bad.
To see Dragon Soul end the player-base was quite glad.
Instead of togetherness, once more at War,
two armies crash landed upon misty shores.
Both laid claim to the new world they discovered,
The hidden Pandarans they had instead uncovered.
Of course things weren't great, they awoke the Sha,
smashed homes, enslaved people, for the course it was par.
A dragon came along to show us the way,
To work together to make Garosh pay.
For his lust for conquest, for struggle and fight,
we did what we could to make bad things right.
Made deals with the mantid, knocked down lightening kings,
crafted cloaks of great power and flew on phoenix wings.
When all was done, Garrosh was in chains.
Though seeing the Horde live left Jaina in pain.
Warchief Voljin, surely great things would be,
With him as warchief. Surely yes, wait and see.
But whoops, oh no, Garrosh has fled,
Back in time to when great orcs were not dead.
A lot were confused, some said it was dumb.
Still Iron horde orcs, from the portal did come.
We sent them packing and went through ourselves,
Orcs and humans, trolls and elves.
Bases were planned, moved changed and not gotten,
The promises given were not just forgotten.
Still what we had was certainly new.
Although outside of garrison's there's not much to do.
Questing was good, please don't get us wrong,
The stories however did not last all that long.
Raids were good, but got dragged out so much,
The Legion's return? It felt like a crutch.
Still what was, was, and opened the way
For Gul'dan's return, though some cried 'foul play'!
It did not matter, for Legion was strong,
The Broken Shore battle where things went so wrong.
Heroes were beaten, others were dead.
Vol'jin now dead, Horde have sylvanas instead?
And Varian Wyrnn, whom Gul'dan disenchanted,
Bringing hope to alliance who felt disenchanted.
We earned weapons of legend, of power and glory,
Although many made up just to share out the story.
Alliance and Horde bickered and spat,
Class Halls came instead to beat demons back.
Others too, were finally ended,
The Nightmare is over, leaving lore twist and bended.
Highmountain and Nightborne, it was almost a shame,
That we would never see them, or Lightforged again.
But the demons were done, Argus had fallen,
To beat Sargeras back, the demon-elf Illidan,
Had done what was needed, what he 'destiny'
While Xe'ra lies shattered, ha ha ha, hee hee hee.
And now Azeroth bleeds, what is to come?
What will we welcome? What will we shun?
One thing Ihope that we get to see,
The person who tried to kill poor Chromie.