3d20
The storm thunders
The roar scatters a few
Of the most cowardly villains
The leader goes from stoic
To grinning, perchance in anticipation
It makes no difference to the storm
Rain pours down atop the villains
And the villains only
Each drop cutting into their bodies
It takes only seconds for the bloody torture
to complete its work
The water boils upon the leader's skin
He burns with the fury of his flame
He shows no remorse at the death of his minions
A true monster made whole
Only by the spilling of blood
His lack of fear
Is matched by hers
The storm serves its second purpose
Every drop that now falls
Replenishes her strength
Her story continues...
Friday, February 15, 2019
2d20
2d20
The final two are cleaved
And she marches onward
Noting how strange it was
To encounter ghouls
In this neck of the swamplands
Could it be that a hive has festered
She tries to recall the local population statistics
Indeed, a few small villages scattered about
Perchance her services against this plight
Could be needed by the villagers
With greater haste
She makes her way to the nearest sign of life
She finds the village in ruins
And completely infested by ghouls
Still feasting upon the flesh of their victims
They notice this all too eager hero
This foolish hero
In her brash mistake
Standing in fury of her mistake
Refusing to let this be the end
Her story continues...
The final two are cleaved
And she marches onward
Noting how strange it was
To encounter ghouls
In this neck of the swamplands
Could it be that a hive has festered
She tries to recall the local population statistics
Indeed, a few small villages scattered about
Perchance her services against this plight
Could be needed by the villagers
With greater haste
She makes her way to the nearest sign of life
She finds the village in ruins
And completely infested by ghouls
Still feasting upon the flesh of their victims
They notice this all too eager hero
This foolish hero
In her brash mistake
Standing in fury of her mistake
Refusing to let this be the end
Her story continues...
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Following With My Eyes, Dancing With My Heart
Following With My Eyes, Dancing With My Heart
It's in the way she moves
Each step deciding
The rhythm of my heart
The ferocity of my dreams
When with grace she moves
I find a calm resting deep in my soul
When with tenacity she moves
I find a drive once unknown
When with love she moves
I find a reason for my heart to beat
To beat on in rhythm
With her dancing feet
Her welcoming eyes
And her forever smile
I sit, a sap
Making the poet's typical commentary
On matters of the human heart
Oh, when will I learn
That no matter how long
I gaze upon my love
And her dance
The human heart is not to be understood
Only cherished
It's in the way she moves
Each step deciding
The rhythm of my heart
The ferocity of my dreams
When with grace she moves
I find a calm resting deep in my soul
When with tenacity she moves
I find a drive once unknown
When with love she moves
I find a reason for my heart to beat
To beat on in rhythm
With her dancing feet
Her welcoming eyes
And her forever smile
I sit, a sap
Making the poet's typical commentary
On matters of the human heart
Oh, when will I learn
That no matter how long
I gaze upon my love
And her dance
The human heart is not to be understood
Only cherished
Summoner's War
Summoner's War
Kneeling at the altar
Taken to the plane
Wherein gods roam the land
Locked in struggle for dominance
A few raise their staves, flutes, and voices
They raise their tomes, scrolls, and volumes
To take command of deities
Takes a summoner's arrogance
To ally oneself with the deities
Takes a summoner's humility
Regardless of the summoner's path chosen
An exceptional wisdom is required
To do battle upon the Altar Plane.
Kneeling at the altar
Taken to the plane
Wherein gods roam the land
Locked in struggle for dominance
A few raise their staves, flutes, and voices
They raise their tomes, scrolls, and volumes
To take command of deities
Takes a summoner's arrogance
To ally oneself with the deities
Takes a summoner's humility
Regardless of the summoner's path chosen
An exceptional wisdom is required
To do battle upon the Altar Plane.
As if it Were a Smile
As if it Were a Smile
My love is like a necessity
A force to bring me serenity
My love is like the vast, open sky
A presence that draws my gaze upwards; inspired
My love is like a teardrop's path
A fall worth taking again and again
My love is like the final chapter
Pages to be turned with the tale between the lines
My love is like a necessity
A force to bring me serenity
My love is like the vast, open sky
A presence that draws my gaze upwards; inspired
My love is like a teardrop's path
A fall worth taking again and again
My love is like the final chapter
Pages to be turned with the tale between the lines
Dreaming to Dream of Dreams Dreamt and Dreamed
Dreaming to Dream of Dreams Dreamt and Dreamed
I once had hope
In my future
In so many things
I worked for
Worked so very hard for
I now know that these dreams
Could never fit into
This forever poor man's hands
I have a new hope
A better future
Created by those
For whom
The sun may yet still rise
A new point past my permanent predicament
A place wherein those who destroyed the future
Don't get to be a part of it
The better future
Is theirs to create
And theirs to celebrate
I once had hope
In my future
In so many things
I worked for
Worked so very hard for
I now know that these dreams
Could never fit into
This forever poor man's hands
I have a new hope
A better future
Created by those
For whom
The sun may yet still rise
A new point past my permanent predicament
A place wherein those who destroyed the future
Don't get to be a part of it
The better future
Is theirs to create
And theirs to celebrate
Dark Imagination
Dark Imagination
I eat the souls
Of my conquered foes
For breakfast
I carry lethal potions
And tonics
In my backpack
Every afternoon
I make a trip
To the Shadow Realm
My best friend
Is a headless specter
From the Demonic Realm
I never go anywhere
Without my spellbook
Of debilitating hexes
I go swimming
In a lake
Of boiling bile
I have my pet spiders
In my room
At home
Yesterday, someone called
And offered me a chance to be scammed;
They won't be calling again
There is
A sacrificial lamb
hiding in my locker
I eat the souls
Of my conquered foes
For breakfast
I carry lethal potions
And tonics
In my backpack
Every afternoon
I make a trip
To the Shadow Realm
My best friend
Is a headless specter
From the Demonic Realm
I never go anywhere
Without my spellbook
Of debilitating hexes
I go swimming
In a lake
Of boiling bile
I have my pet spiders
In my room
At home
Yesterday, someone called
And offered me a chance to be scammed;
They won't be calling again
There is
A sacrificial lamb
hiding in my locker
Perspectives
Perspectives
My food was cold today
By the time I had a chance to eat it
My mind hurt today
By the time I was done teaching
My heart was exhausted today
By the time I was done hurting
I just hope it was worth it
Mr. Bray helped me during lunch today
It was nice of him
I learned something new today
Mr. Bray showed us how sonnets work
I wasn't feeling good today
But Mr. Bray let me chill in his room and that helped
I just hope he feels better
My food was cold today
By the time I had a chance to eat it
My mind hurt today
By the time I was done teaching
My heart was exhausted today
By the time I was done hurting
I just hope it was worth it
Mr. Bray helped me during lunch today
It was nice of him
I learned something new today
Mr. Bray showed us how sonnets work
I wasn't feeling good today
But Mr. Bray let me chill in his room and that helped
I just hope he feels better
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