World of Warcraft

The questgiver lives in the city
and stands at the edge of the abyss
Our lord was betrayed by temple
and also by a kiss

So
One goes east
And one goes west
Both from the same winds blow
'Tis the setting of the sails
and not the gale
that point men where to go

It isn't a world
nor a secret garden
Not some secret place
It is thott's solution to Karnuk's problem:
made into electron
A point of time and space
where the past is the future
and the future is unwritten
and the past recedes away
into singularity unfolding
the removal - of the inside
we question why
we travel on - the silent road
and take down
the overlord

Not so much late
or night
as so, early morn



The day unborn
we are found
in five
ten
twenty five
forty

Nature was the static
Human was the noise

Warcraft asks us to face difficulty
with humor
and an open mind

And though experience is the teacher of fools
if music be the food of love
Then play on

Even if in reality
we are alone
in a dark room
quiet
stille nacht

save the sound
of a mouse

If you listen close
into the halflight
of a digital realm
choreographed beasts in pattern
and the sun and moon circling high

you can hear
faintly at first
then louder
like a nudge in the right direction
the sound
of a smile



then again
depending
it could end up with leeroy jenkins
at least he got chicken