The Unmarked Path: An Ode to Argus

The well-lit path led away to the west,
My objective, marked in yellow, lie east
The unmarked path seemed deserted at best
And the western trail did wind up at the quest,
Though the other seemed quicker at least;

So I turned aside from the torch post
Though it was surely the safe way to go
On the rough path I'd jump down and coast
Gliding straight to the quest point almost
So that travel would not be too slow

But my descent fell short of the distance
Jagged rocks blocked the course of my track
I began to encounter resistance
Pulling demons requiring assistance
To Dalaran I had to hearth back

So, much to my perpetual regret
When choosing the course I would take
The longer trail led questward and yet...
I chose the short path, untraveled as yet
And found I'd made a dreadful mistake.