Archive for November, 2010

Stands bare the gaming table, swept of crib’d page

and scattered dice. Our player’s gone

to hills and drowsy vale, snow lidded boscage

or light decked street far from darkest dungeon.

Lost they to study, and quiet inward focus

the best to temper memories vain and foul

through disciplines diverse and modus

known for toning the timbre of one’s soul.

Either righting battles with wooden swords

or outflanking cantors in oelven verse

the players gain insight, moving onward

from desperate end to sagely recourse.

These studies abroad bode well, for ‘neath this pane

of frosted glass a nightmare grows an awful refrain


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