The Night Before Winterveil
'Twas the night before Winterveil and all through the server,
Not a trade troll was stirring, not even Grandmaster.
The Blingtron 4000s were set in the Shrine with such care,
In hopes that Father Winter soon would be there
Brenda was set up, all snug in his bed,
While visions of Rowan's Rifle of Silver Bullets danced through his head.
I just finished my dailys, and hit valor cap
And noticed it was late-ish, and needed a nap
When from Local Defense, the server message spat
"The Wollerton's Stead is under attack!"
I geared up my Monk, as quick as can be
"Tonite I get that achievement for defending the city!"
As I got to that field, I could see clearly below
The fallen corpses of both Ally and foe.
I dropped from my mount, when on Vent someone said in my ear
"We need some more people, these guys are kinda geared."
We shouted in Trade, the response time was quick,
"OMG, STUPID DOTS, SO MUCH DAMAGE PER TICK."
More Alliance flooded the stead, the Horde raid seemed meager,
Their corpses released, and rezzed at the Spirit Healer.
I noticed a Hunter, trying to get away.
With two rolls and a kick, I ruined his day.
PvPers on mounts, all races and classes,
hovered over the spot where we kicked so many asses.
We spoke not a word, our deed had been done
The Horde raid was routed, a good 10 minutes of fun.
I quickly realized, they called it, this attempt they did shelve.
The came at us with their entire force, and we slaughtered all twelve
I then got a whisper, from a level 1 alt
"u frkn suck," said the hunter from that failed assault.
Only one reply would suffice to this wearer of mail
"Happy Winterveil, Hunter, next time don't be so fail. :D"