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So, a (kinda) friend I knew from WoW passed away Christmas morning. He was named Rick, or Skafloc in-game.. I didn't know him all that well, but I knew and spoke enough with him that I feel bummed.
So, I print to you all this poem, which he wrote of a story that happened with his character, set in a jungle area called Feralas.
A wolf sat down on a rock one day;
A brief respite from a bout of play.
With a sudden flurry of wing and claw
A raven set down beside his paw.
In the verdant woods of Feralas.
The wolf was enamored of the bird,
So smitten he was he could utter no word.
Her ebony feathers dark, her eyes so bright,
Reflecting the stars of the warm summers night.
In the moonlit woods of Feralas
“Come hunt with me, stay by my side,”
He asked the raven, his green eyes so wide.
The raven preened her feathers and cocked her head.
She smiled at the wolf, “Mmhmmm” all she said.
In the love filled woods of Feralas.
Long weeks they spent together in play,
Sweet nights they enjoyed at the end of the day.
Wolf and raven together a pair,
Never was there a bond so fair.
In the storied woods of Feralas.
One day Wolf dashed into a cave,
Raven followed her mate; she was so brave.
When wolf emerged he sought for his love,
But there was no Raven swooping down from above.
In the dangerous woods of Feralas.
Long he sought her in places far and near,
He found her lying in pain and fear.
With broken wing she could not fly.
Wolf cried in sorrow for it seemed she might die.
In the tragic woods of Feralas.
Long days and nights he tended her wing,
He fed her, held her, sweet songs he would sing.
Yet though her wing did mend from his care,
No joy returned to the heart of Raven fair.
In the sad woods of Feralas.
“Why do you weep my love my mate?”
Asked Wolf one day, but it was too late.
For Raven had seen that which Wolf had not.
She loved him dearly, but a bird he was not.
In the quiet woods of Feralas.
“I cannot go where you do my Love.”
“I need to soar high with the Hawk and the Dove.”
“Should I run with you through bush and wood,”
“I fear my wings shall break for good.”
In the weeping woods of Feralas.
Wolf cried for a time but nodded his head,
He loved her so much, he would not see her dead.
“Then go my love, fly unto the sky.”
“But listen at night, you will hear my cry.”
Of love everlasting.
In the bittersweet woods of Feralas.
Raven took flight and soared to the sky,
An eagle circled the airs up high.
She joined the Eagle and together they flew,
Wolf watched them vanish into the sky so blue.
Over the green trees of Feralas.
A wolf sits down on a rock by day;
A brief respite from a bout of play.
At night he sings to the moon filled night,
A mournful call, to a Raven in flight.
In the verdant woods of Feralas.
So, I print to you all this poem, which he wrote of a story that happened with his character, set in a jungle area called Feralas.
A wolf sat down on a rock one day;
A brief respite from a bout of play.
With a sudden flurry of wing and claw
A raven set down beside his paw.
In the verdant woods of Feralas.
The wolf was enamored of the bird,
So smitten he was he could utter no word.
Her ebony feathers dark, her eyes so bright,
Reflecting the stars of the warm summers night.
In the moonlit woods of Feralas
“Come hunt with me, stay by my side,”
He asked the raven, his green eyes so wide.
The raven preened her feathers and cocked her head.
She smiled at the wolf, “Mmhmmm” all she said.
In the love filled woods of Feralas.
Long weeks they spent together in play,
Sweet nights they enjoyed at the end of the day.
Wolf and raven together a pair,
Never was there a bond so fair.
In the storied woods of Feralas.
One day Wolf dashed into a cave,
Raven followed her mate; she was so brave.
When wolf emerged he sought for his love,
But there was no Raven swooping down from above.
In the dangerous woods of Feralas.
Long he sought her in places far and near,
He found her lying in pain and fear.
With broken wing she could not fly.
Wolf cried in sorrow for it seemed she might die.
In the tragic woods of Feralas.
Long days and nights he tended her wing,
He fed her, held her, sweet songs he would sing.
Yet though her wing did mend from his care,
No joy returned to the heart of Raven fair.
In the sad woods of Feralas.
“Why do you weep my love my mate?”
Asked Wolf one day, but it was too late.
For Raven had seen that which Wolf had not.
She loved him dearly, but a bird he was not.
In the quiet woods of Feralas.
“I cannot go where you do my Love.”
“I need to soar high with the Hawk and the Dove.”
“Should I run with you through bush and wood,”
“I fear my wings shall break for good.”
In the weeping woods of Feralas.
Wolf cried for a time but nodded his head,
He loved her so much, he would not see her dead.
“Then go my love, fly unto the sky.”
“But listen at night, you will hear my cry.”
Of love everlasting.
In the bittersweet woods of Feralas.
Raven took flight and soared to the sky,
An eagle circled the airs up high.
She joined the Eagle and together they flew,
Wolf watched them vanish into the sky so blue.
Over the green trees of Feralas.
A wolf sits down on a rock by day;
A brief respite from a bout of play.
At night he sings to the moon filled night,
A mournful call, to a Raven in flight.
In the verdant woods of Feralas.