The Cataclysm

Tired after an ordealing day of exploring ancient titan ruins, I pay my respects to the goddess Elune from the magical fountains of Dalaran, its crystalline-clear waters reflecting the moon amidst the ice-misted clouds. There had been unknown calamities taking place all over Azeroth and I fear nature itself is starting to despise something beneath its embrace.

Torn with an important decision as well and concerned about the greater good of my adventuring guild, I raise my head high and recite a prayer to the goddess herself.

The Cataclysm

Danger's in the air, goddess Elune
I feel its stench beneath the pale moon
A tragedy so vast, so hideous untold
I fear for good it will change the world

The ground shakes, the earth begs release
Of unspoken entities long been amiss
I fear a split, a division, a breach
Of great things once within our reach

Though not a druid I feel these signs
Of terrible portents beyond the ley lines
I fear my past prayers have not in vain
Sensed the impending peril, the upcoming pain

What I pray in these dark, terrible time
May your merciful moonlight grace its shine
May we all stand united, however divided
And face the cataclysm, our hearts undoubted

I fished a gold piece from my pocket, looked up sadly against the moon, then tossed the coin into the fountain, silently muttering a wish I hope gets granted.