18 Keeps and Beasts

At table round we find our righteous quest

to slay the tyrant monsters we create.

To storm their evil keep we try our best,

but rarely do we get much past the gate.

Our craven soldiers magic holds so strong

until the breath of the molten beast

pushes one past the edge and all goes wrong.

How hopeless! We are no more than a feast.

But when the die doth land on twenty nat

The paladin’s sword blazes smooth through scale

And turns the foe into a large blood splat.

This win is for our friends beyond the veil.

We pack our books and dice, tonight was fun!

We will return; our game has just begun.