a silly little fantasy-fanatical confession.
with my mind's eye thesaurus, here we are.
you're a halfling rogue, under the radar, literally. you've always had a flair for the dramatic, and this is no exception. you escape every container i construct, deftly, dexterously, making me the dimwit. the lights turn low as i cast a spell on myself. blindness, a dc of 20, giving me tunnel vision that i will never surpass. it's you. short and stout, shining, shimmering, splendidly playing my game for two. there is more than just you, and there is no winning, but you've disregarded that from the beginning. you coax and claim and crash and crumble in my steadfast embrace, breathing you in and, with an exhale, calling upon the graces of my god. a wand in my hand, i command fire to reign, i fire and it rains atop you, energy sapped against the enemy's traps. you think that you're losing, and that's when they seize their chance. carpe diem - she had a flair for wordplay - as the carpet settles, stopping your descent, but the madness continues. friends, warriors, fellow countrymen flanking. you see me as i flee, victory. i leave you be.
you're part of my imagination (you have been from the start)
but you've captured both my dragons
and my dungeoneering heart.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
