Sonnet

I had known, that this day was coming fast,
That day when the WoW gang will mourn deeply.
I knew my days of WoWing would not last,
The WoW gang will mourn, but move on quickly.
The lost of a great leader can hit hard.
Few can take on the burden that will come.
The burden, like fall damage will hit hard,
The pain will be there like a swollen thumb.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s the right choice,
There have been days where I dream about it.
My gang members/friends, in June, will rejoice,
Their leader will return, no doubt for it.
The time between now and the summer time,
For the WoW gang will be recov’ry time.