No one tells you
The rules
The dice rolls
Their results,
Outcomes and from
Behind the screen,
The dungeon master
Describes the scene
And you’re always
Forced to improvise
Worn character sheets
Curled at the edges
Pencil marks faded
Like old lover’s kisses,
I’m a character class
Of my own design,
And no one loves a predator
Posing as a pet
So I’ve changed alignment,
And the goblins are campaigning
For dungeon occupation rights,
And the villagers are begging
For someone to slay the dragon,
So I sit,
Clear my throat and announce
My
Next
Action
You’re not a princess
But I’ve come to save you,
Even if I am as big a monster
As any that held you captive
But my lair is warm,
And I would ravish you
Atop a mountain of
Precious gems,
Drink from you
Like a potion of
Fortitude
I play to win
But the adventure started
The moment I saw
Your
Lips
Caress my name.
MB Blissett 