From The Vault: A Runescape Poem

I was going through old documents on my computer, when I found this poem I'd saved that I'd posted on the forums some time ago. The creation date is 9/30/09, and I don't remember exactly the context of the thread, just that it was spur of the moment and was quite a hit. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did when I came across it.

Once upon a Runescape topping[1]

As I was standing, swinging, chopping,

Slaving over my amore.

When of the crown a tiny crash,

A nested nest for my behest,

Only a ring, and nothing more.

So I persisted, tempers flaring,

I was swearing, issues sharing,

Telling all of my amore.

In the corner, small and wary,

The lightest voice the wind did carry,

"ur a nub" and nothing more.

And so I stood there, chopping, talking,

This tiny imp to stop his squawking,

Arguing over what has been seen before.

A flash, a grip, the throw of an axe,

My foe has fallen, in his tracks,

Just an imp, now nothing more.

Returning my attention bleak,

To my chopping, prospects meek,

Hoping to be acquainted with my amore.

When out of the corner, my eye was catching

A roundish object, gray and fetching,

A raven's egg, and nothing more.

So I sprinted, forcing will,

The egg, the chasing, down a hill,

Shaking towards my great amore.

When out the tree a bird did land,

A blackened raven, making stand,

Quoth the raven, "Never more."

Just out of reach, that egg did stop,

In a flash that egg did pop,

As I stared longingly at my great amore.

Without a flash the egg was nary,

In sight, in grasp, or in my carry,

The egg was gone, and nothing more.

When on my knees I did protest,

Many words for my small guest,

When shall I receive my amore?

That raven looked upon me, eyes did pierce,

I'd never seen a stare so fierce,

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore"