The MMO Cycle – A Cento About Missing the Magic of MMOs

Beauty in a swamp...

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

The happiest day — the happiest hour
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels

And yet that spirit knew – not in the hour
Of its own fervour – what had o’er it power.

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But he grew old –
This knight so bold –

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!

And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.

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And the people — ah, the people –
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
A play of hopes and fears,
It shall not be forgot!
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”

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And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be –
This land of Eldorado?”

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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw
That motley drama- oh, be sure
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-

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‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-

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For the heart whose woes are legion
‘Tis a peaceful, soothing region –
For the spirit that walks in shadow
‘Tis — oh ’tis an Eldorado!

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cento is a poem made up of lines from poems from other poets.

Long time readers may be familiar with my complete and utter adoration of Edgar Allan Poe, though I leave the precise poems from which I have “borrowed” the lines an exercise for the reader.

I use GW2 out of convenience, since it’s the MMO I’m currently playing and most readily accessible to me, though I believe the poem is relevant to MMOs in general.

In no way should you assume anything about where I am on the MMO burnout cycle with regards to GW2 from this poem…

…though I will say that I -was- bored with the lack of change and Living Story, going through the motions seemingly out of habit, still a little turned off by the megaserver’s effect on the community I was used to…

…and that watching the Chinese “Fear Not This Night” music video that they’re releasing in preparation for the launch in China (the first video embedded above) and going pretty screenshot hunting suddenly reminded me of some of the things I truly love about this game.

This poem was also brought to you by the letters S Y L via the poetry slam sponsored by the Newbie Blogger Initiative 2014.

(Which I hope to talk about more later this month, but just haven’t had the time to get my act together yet. Long story short: Wanna blog? Blog! Now is good!)

It’s stretching the theme of magic by a considerable amount, but well, it’s what wanted to be written.

GW2: The City in the Sea – Verse 4 (and Final)

038.5 - Feature Pic For Fourth Verse

But lo,

039a - But Lo

a stir is in the air!

039b - Stir in the Air
The wave — there is a movement there!

040 - Wave Movement
As if the towers

041a - As If Towers

had thrust aside,

041b - Thrust Aside
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —

042 - Dull Tide
As if their tops had feebly given

043 - Their Tops Feebly Given
A void within

044a - A Void

the filmy Heaven.

044b - Filmy Heaven
The waves have now

045a - The Waves Have Now

a redder glow —

045b - A Redder Glow
The hours are breathing faint and low —

046 -Hours Breathing
And when, amid no earthly moans,

047 - No Earthly Moans
Down, down that town shall settle hence,

048 - Down Down
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,

049 -Hell Rising
Shall do it reverence.

050 -Reverence

— The City in the Sea, Fourth and Last Stanza

Edgar Allan Poe

Because Orr is Orr-some.

And Poe is da Poe-t.

P.S. If you’re reading this in a reader which doesn’t show the Featured Image of each post, do check them out if you liked what you saw. Those were my last four chances to put in what looked great to me but didn’t quite fit the poem.

GW2: The City in the Sea – Verse 3

026.5 - Feature Pic For Third Verse

There open fanes and gaping graves

027 - There Open Fanes and Gaping Graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;

028 - Yawn Level With the Luminous
But not the riches there that lie

029 - But Not Riches There That Lie
In each idol’s diamond eye —

030 - In Each Idols
Not the gaily-jeweled dead

031 - Not the Gaily Jeweled Dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;

032 - Tempt The Waters
For no ripples curl, alas!

033 - For No Ripples Curl
Along that wilderness of glass —

034 - Along Wilderness of Glass
No swellings tell that winds may be

035 - No Swellings Tell
Upon some far-off happier sea —

036 - Far Off Happier Sea
No heavings hint that winds have been

037 - No Heavings Hint
On seas less hideously serene.

038 - Hideously Serene

— The City in the Sea, Third Stanza

Edgar Allan Poe