I love World of Warcraft. I’ve been playing since Oct 2005. But I can’t play it anymore. It’s grown too big for me. It’s grown beyond my ability, and, more importantly, my desire to explore. It’s become too complicated for me. So here’s my, equally complicated, sonnet to WoW.
I loved the music, places, gameplay, friends
I’ve made. I even got the wife to play.
I also built it into my MA.
But hey. All good things must but come to ends.
And even though my Shockadin defends
The flag, the node, the healer – pvp;
My Shadow Priest, her racial stole away;
My mage’s macros Blizzard thought offends
The balance of this bloody game. Enough.
Before this game I had a better cause.
This quiet rest now gives me time to spare.
Design, compose, and make creative stuff,
Is what I should be doing without pause.
I now have time. If only I could dare.
Damn. I used to be able to knock up a half-decent sonnet in 30 minutes. This rubbish Petrarchan sonnet took over two hours. Damned iambic pentametre and fiddly rhymes. Perhaps I should have stuck to the English sonnet structure. Perhaps I should have stuck to playing WoW.