These Mage haiku were written during my long stay in Azeroth and are dedicated to all mages of the Kirin Tor.
I.
Ask not for a port
Lest the mage, who does hear you,
Puts you on ignore.II.
He asks again for port?
The mage seems not to listen.
Theramore awaits.III.
Make mage food they ask.
Again and again they ask.
The mage has vent off.IV.
They want some mage food.
The mage wants a thousand gold
And some epics please.V.
So close so far away,
Underneath the great city.
Young player needing a port?
(Khaisham)VI.
Falling leaves, increasing cold, yes.
A shadow cast from a mount on-high
Dalaran, a port for I?(Khaisham)VII.
You ask: a portal?
The mage ponders this deeply
and then teleports.VIII.
All in a hurry
Rushing to achieve new feats
Take the slower path.IX.
Mages travel fast.
You could have signed up for
the same class lessons.X.
Mages can be kind, yes.
Free portal no questions asked
with a mage haiku.XI.
You want a portal?
The mage asks, “Young one,
walking is better.XII.
Without a portal
There is much to enjoy here
Take your time and look.XIII.
Mages are masters
of quick transportation skills
Do your own lessons.XIV.
If you were a mage
You could control the power
of teleporting.XV.
Moon high o’er Northrend
hears the mage bid her farewell
and then she is gone.XVI.
You are in Outland
the mage says porting to dal
and then she is gone.XVII.
Exodar portal
A portal to Theramore
You wanted Stormwind?XVIII.
This strudel you see
So lovingly made by me
you cannot afford.XVIIII.
The warrior laughed
at the mage’s fine haiku.
thus, was he ported.XIX.
Shaman whined, ‘Haiku?’
Mage said, ‘Travel alone then.’
Then, absence of mage.XX.
Where once stood a mage,
The promise of fast travel,
lingers just a laugh.
Seeking?
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