Ravenscroft - True Nightmare

March 2013
A World of Warcraft Poem
by Kitty Hawks

Occurring during the fall of Gilneas:

In dark and silence sleeps the town, people dreaming; their eyelids down.
In the skies a shady moon, through the gardens sneaks a coon.
A breeze was blowing, very soft, all around the manor Ravenscroft.
The nobles in slumber oh so sweet, as every night it would repeat.

An owl, so watchful, in the tree, the smallest motion she would see.
She did some flutter with her wings, there, down there are looming things.
With open eyes there was the Owl, spotting creatures in covert prowl.
To safety now, quick, she knew, with strongest flutters away she flew.

Through the streets there rolled growls, sniffing and snarling; and there were howls!
Elizabeth, startled from her dream, very confused yes, it would seem.
With sharpened senses she now would harken, fears increasing, her hope would darken.
There again, these ghastly sounds; it was as if it came from hungry hounds!

 In fear and terror she leaped from her bed, her heart was gripped by utter dread.
Her kitty Velvet now would hiss, clearly things were now amiss.
With haste Elizabeth would leave her room, to protect her sister from certain doom.
A knock and open flew the door; she still was shaken to the core.

Strongly she would shake her sibling’s shoulder; she was sleeping just like a boulder.
“Wake up, wake up, something is down there!” she hissed harshly, full of scare.
Victoria finally woke, quietly moaning, turning around unhappily groaning.
“Hesitating evermore,” Elizabeth spoke, “and we will be nevermore!”

“Now is not the time for fairy tales”, Victoria said, attempting to return to sleep.
“This is not a fairy tale!” Elizabeth started to bitterly weep.
But from the gardens noise arose, howling so wild, their blood would freeze.
Elizabeth urged: “Now we go and hide away, I told you, I was not a tease!”

The boundary-fence would violently clutter, and soon enough the wooden door in splatter.
From all the noise and rumbling, the nobles awake, the house in mumbling.
As they witnessed what was amiss, they knew it could not go worse than this.
Screaming, growling and a gun would fire; it truly couldn’t be any more dire.

The beasts, violently through the bodies they tore, until all the adults were nevermore.
Sniffing and snorting in the house they were roaming, their muzzle bloody and disgustingly foaming.
In a roof top chamber the girls were still hiding, they heard the door slowly sliding.
In terror they would hunch into the darkest corner tightly, their bodies shaking, not only slightly.

They saw the monstrous creature now! Blood and gore, dripping from its grisly maw!
A shriek, Victoria no longer could hold it back, her vision quickly turned black.
The creature attacked, in his eyes pure lust; this, Eli’ knew, cannot be just.
A bite and flows of crimson spill, Elizabeth lost her living will…

She woke a pounding pain in her head; now she knew she was not dead!
She looked around in awful fears, in her eyes there formed tears.
Where was Victoria? She could not see… was she dead? That must not be!
She tried to move but it would not work, even as she tried to go berserk.

Cuffs at her wrists, at her neck a chain, trying to get free, caused much pain.
She peered here, she peered there, and then she saw Worgen everywhere!
A surge of utter and purest panic, made her almost become a manic.
But then she saw the obvious clue; all the Worgen where chained too!

Gazing down to her pretty feet, what she saw now, that was not neat.
Instead of pale feet there where now paws, and instead of toes she had sharp claws!
What happened here that could not be, desperately, to the light, she sent a plea.
“You… are alive” she heard Victoria, knowing her alive filled her with euphoria.