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[mudkipz]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ore.
While i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a hissing,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my wooden door.
"Tis some npc," I muttered, "tapping at my wooden door-
Only this, and nothing mor-KABOOM!!!

based off of the raven

[matty406]

Nice! Here's the next stanza.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate torch wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Gold Ore -
For the rare and radiant metal whom the miners named Gold Ore -
Nameless here for evermore.

Yours is better though.