March 6, 2025Poem
Dungeons and Dragons
lossmusictimeidentitymortality
Dungeons and Dragons
There are no dragons
Breathing fire
Breaking bones
Burning homes
Sitting on piles of gold
No demons
Rending flesh
Fueling the flames
With newborn babes
Halflings tearing infants
From their mothers
Wailing banshees
Predicting death
No eternal battles
Infernal underworld
Damned accursed souls
Just the monsters
We create
To serve our need
Feed our greed
Bloody human
Every single one.