Its February
Twas the second phase of Nos, within a selection of zone,
Many a new raid was happening, including a shape changing Cone;
The apparitions came forth by the guild we did beat,
In hopes that the Butterfly form was not Temort, which he thought was neat.
The raiders became all smug in their heads,
While an army of Mushrooms paraded to us complete with legs;
And the Star in their grandeur, with I disregarding flusterbolt root,
Had learned the AOU way to give up the myconids loot,
When a distance noise alerted us to a third event,
We sprang tward the hubbub to investigate the scent.
For first away on bench did I retreat like a flash,
But on our second try the day later did we receive the cache.
The boss before us was a giant tiger not named Tony
Gave the guild flashbacks of phase ones phoney,
When colours he did change, we found could be breached.
To the end of tier two we had reached.
And without context Rhyme did we revisit an old raid,
But tactics forgotten, half the attendees got played.
