Roll for Initiative
Daily Poetry
Drinks and snacks aplenty fueling the witching hour
as the narrator blurs reality.
A chatter of dice among friends,
heroic feats displayed with no end.
Descend into depths,
contend against evil,
and mend the wounds – treasure, a godsend.
Skill and luck, the characters are bountiful,
as their purses fill with a great hull.
From the corpses of goblins and ghouls,
only to lose it all, when the bard is made a fool.
Can I turn his pants into a swarm of flies?
A round of chuckles abound,
Well… you most certainly can try.