This is a Haiku.

Haikudesu.
Kiite kudasai.
Owaridesu.

In one moment...

In one moment I felt
the sound of the word
an echo from unknown waters
hope.

Druid Haiku

I like writing poetry. Unfortunately, the following haiku are entirely topical to WoW.

Seeing Treants burn,
only you can prevent them,
wisdom from Bear Form.

Start with highest rank,
with second best repeating,
proper Moonfire spam.

Great saga of durid,
knowledge ageless and humble,
teaches Alamo.

As an aside, I spend some time debating the proper syllable count for "Moonfire". The way in which "Fire" is pronounced makes it difficult to peg. It's technically one syllable, but it's pronounced (at least by me) as Fi-er. It doesn't feel smooth enough rolling off my tongue to count as just one. However, I deferred to the dictionary to maintain the phrase.

The Ballad of Broken Dreams and Forgotten Saves

Hear days of yore that came before all known of history,
and learn you well what fate befell a man of misery.
Of broken dreams I'll sing,
and save's remembering.

A lad too young had soon begun a journey wide and great,
though traveled long and growing strong he knew not his own fate.
A black and dire end,
forsaking kin and friend.

The land was doomed, a darkness loomed with curse and magic grim,
our hero bold would not be told this task was not for him.
He rode against the storm,
though verily twas warned.

Twelve beasts of hell with magic fel he battled through and through,
and each in turn his blade would burn and bring death's calling to.
For days he waged his fight,
An epic tale to write.

The world was saved, our hero bathed in glory and in power,
For weeks and years there were no fears but festivals each hour.
Rejoicing round the earth,
the lad of honor worth.

Alas, the boy too filled with joy neglected to record,
and mem'ry blank, his spirit sank, rivers of tears were poured.
He never saved his game,
only himself to blame.

So listen you and know to do one act as you have fun,
Early and soon, not late of moon, enscribe the deeds you've done.
Or suffer as our lad,
Whose destiny twas sad.

Eventification

Summary of recent events in 6 words apiece:

Raijin died, PSU explosion, sad motherboard.

Kevin sick tuesday, stayed home, misery.

Massive earwax, left ear deaf, hydrogen-peroxide.

Lost dictionary, japanese skills alones, nani?

Worked Saturday, all alone, powdered donuts.

Thank you, be here all week.

The Long Haul

Of corridors and narrow passes,
thinning paths and streams,
within my mind their ruler flashes,
dancing in my dreams.

That which reigns over them all.
That the one king, the Long Haul.

An uphill trek and endless climbing,
skyward ways and goals,
without hope it whispers, lying,
tired palms and souls.

Hear the call and dark refrain,
The Long Haul, acursed name.