Sorry, Frost.

Inspired by Garrosh Hellscream's lyrical prose work for National Poetry Month, I thought I would try my hand at it too. I realize he wants ideas, but I am certain he does not lack for adoring fans who will be his muses.


The Quest Not Taken
By Mataoka

Two quests diverged in a starting zone

And I am sorry I could not complete both

And be the hero, a double-boxed clone

My forty-ninth alt, starting to be a drone

King or Commander, had to choose the appropriate oath

Then took the other, as just as rewarding

And having perhaps the greater points of experience

Because one had a boat, and wanted boarding

Though as for passing Dark Moon Faire interference

And my bags were full from all the hoarding

And both that morning equally lay

In boots and greaves, no step had gem or enchant

Oh, I marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing I would never go back once it turned grey

The chances of doing it also were scant

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere levels and levels hence:

Two quests diverged in a starting zone, and I,

I took the one with more experience points,

And those heirlooms made all the difference.

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Here is Frost's ubiquitous poem:

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost