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You've traveled far and the end is near
You can't shake the feeling of dread and fear
Your quest is nearly done
All that's left to do is one
Simple task, you must face the beast
Slay it at the very least
You enter the room and are surrounded by gold
You step cautiously, your future untold
Alas you see it in the center of the room
the image of impending doom
It turns to face you its eyes agleam
its nostrils give a little steam
it raises onto its haunches, gives the gold a rattle
You unsheathe your sword and prepare to battle
Its launches at you with all its might
you dodge it and begin to fight
You swing your sword in desperation
then you feel a burning sensation
You collapse to the ground with a curtling scream
You look up and to the rest of your team
They all are aflame, just as you
You accept defeat as there's nothing to do
The last thing you see is the beast poised for attack
Then you see nothing as the room goes black
You hear in the distance "your party is dead"
You look up from the table to see your DMs smiling head
- by Violet Solace |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/13/2018 |
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- Title: The Masters Game
- Artist: Violet Solace
- Description: Intended to bring the all familiar feeling of a tabletop gamer deep into a quest.
- Date: 08/13/2018
- Tags: masters game
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