TI/AP as "The Raven"

Once upon a Warsong dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of skillcapped lore,

While I alt-tabbed, nearly dying, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some rogue gently stabbing, stabbing at my back some more.

'Tis some skill-less noob,' I muttered, 'stabbing at my back some more -

Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I recall it was in the early Fall,

And each separate dying horde had wrought its ghost upon the floor,

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my vids surcease of sorrow – sorrow for I play no more -

For the rare and radiant AP of whom I miss but play no more -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the imbalance itself of each skill-patched elf

Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

'Tis some AP toon entreating that I play some more -

Some old AP toon entreating that I play some more; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my toon grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

'Bad,' said I, 'or Noobie, truly your submission I impore;

But the fact is I was alt-tabbed, and so gently you came tapping,

And so faintly you came stabbing, stabbing at my back some more,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' – here I pet freeze to my fore; -

Smeld there, and nothing more.

Deep into that login peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, knowing blizzard has nerfed my precious toons before;

But the nerf was indirect, and the login was correct

And the only phrase there spoken was the whispered phrase, “Play More!”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the phrase, “Play More!”

Merely this and nothing more.