'Twas the night before Antorus

Hydraxis and Terenas
‘Twas the night before Antorus, when all thro’ the guild,
Not a player was stirring, not even the boomkin;
The guildbank was filled by Criscodisco with care,
In hopes that Antorus soon would be there;
The raiders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of loot danc’d in their heads,
And the officers in their ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a short pre-raid’s nap-
When out on argus there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the Dxracer to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer screen I flew like a murloc,
Tore open the monitor, and threw up the screen.
The light of the screen on the face of the new raid,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the new content patch;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a new raid, and 11 new raid bosses,
With a raid leader yelling, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it'll be another stressful night.
More rapid than eagles his officers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Gotenkz, now! Sloptard, now! Criscodisco, and Santaklaus,
“On! Healers, on! DPS, on! bad raiders and wipers;
“To the top of the logs! to the top of the bench!
“Now kill bosses away! wipe away! we will all wipe away!”
As raiders cry before certain bosses fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the last bosses the raiders cried away,
With the raiders full of gear - and tears of joy too,
And then in a raid break, I heard through the mic
The prancing and laughing of each raider gambling
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the raiders go as the boss came down:
He was dress’d all in gear, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of loot was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a peddler while the raid opened his pack:
His eyes - how they closed! his dimples lifelike,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the scars on his chin was as red as a rose;
The lumps of a hill were around his face,
And the sword and staves around his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a opened up belly
That shook when he poked, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was strong yet muscular, a right titan himself,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink into his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but layed lifeless due to our work,
And fill’d all the raiders bags; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a moan, up a legendary arose.
His spirit dissipated away, as the raiders cheered and whistled,
to the raid leaders knowledge, a loot council appeared:
But I heard them exclaim, they drove out of sight-
Happy Antorus night to all, and to all a good looting and night.
I created this story for our guild but figured some people could enjoy as they requested it.
Pretty popping I'd say.

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