Armchair Adventurer (Poem)

Tonight no chance of being bored

Depriving dragons of their hoard

A trove of gleaming gems I’ll find

And ghouls within their crypts I’ll bind

I’ll search for traps and hidden doors

And pits with yawning open maws

I’ve locks to pick and chests to loot

Through crates and drawers and books I’ll root

I’ll open wide that ancient tomb

Not realising it spells my doom

Those wandering monsters I’ll not fear

And if I die,  don’t shed a tear

With pencil grasped and dice in cup

A character I’m rolling up


About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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