A poem about Heavens Tear

Okay, this was originally written about the death of Dylan Thomas's father. However with the way the moderators choose to attempt to suck all the fun out of the forums, and with the anni packs etc sucking a lot of the skill out of the game, we do have a lot of people saying "game is dead". So I think this poem fits quite well with Heavens Tear at this point in time b:kiss


Do not go gentle in to that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be ***,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light


I particularly like the line "Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray." As at times I feel blessed by the joys of the Heavens Tear server, and at times I feel cursed by it. I think if the game dies out I would also feel the same!

I do feel too, that if the game dies, it won't go gently.

Does anyone else see any ways that this particular poem relates to the Heavens Tear server directly?