a day of rejoicing, my day off is here,
i look to my puter, and realize my fear.
i open my client and sit up in bed,
i go to log in, but the servers are dead!
my dreams of last chaos have been dashed away,
i try to keep cool, maybe soon i can play?
i sit here for hours, with hopes that i might,
save one twitchy mousefinger, no movement in sight.
no p2's, no grinding, no zombies to slay,
what darkness has fallen on lc this day.
no use for my keyboard, no use for my mouse,
shall i do something different? go outside my house?
i start to get hungry, my smokes running low,
lc's not back, but i dont want to go!
what if the servers come back while im out?
ill take one more peek at the box they call shout.
a contest for poems? to keep our thoughts calm?
for maintenace may take till the break of dawn.
ill give it a shot, for i've nothing to do.
when this poems done i'll go out for some food.
with my hunger conquered, a fresh pack of smokes,
i return to the shoutbox with highest of hopes.
looking for signs of "the servers are live!"
but no such good luck, my dreams have just died.
then slowly creeping, a noise in my head,
alarm clock is ringing, i wake in my bed!
it was all just a bad dream!, "its over!" i say,
i open up lc!, its maintenance day.
runesfyre, tairen