A dungeon looms a fortress
Dusty smell of old
Twigs crunch beneath the feet
Of adventurers in search of gold
The clink of dice atop a table
laughter fills the skies
A deep ominous voice
That strains through joyful sighs
Perception check is failed
Sweet potion is passed around
Poison passes lips
And they're standing underground
The earth collapses above
And a cry of frustration shouts
A slip of paper is passed
And a new character is pulled out
YOU ARE READING
Rivers of Words
PoetryThe poems which keep me up at night--pondering about life and happiness. A canvas of words too big to be kept to myself.
