Dungeons and Dragons

************************************************************************************ To pour lifes words from the chalice into ones soul; thirsting ~ Never be it quenched; living waters, cascading from loves fountain Into these eyes; and let not anothers breath, be the vision as of mine... Carved this knife to slice fervent veins clingling, unto amissful sight; bite The sepulcher of my throat; spewing black sediment into the sky That I may bleed these shadows from my heart; amputating yesterdays Poisons, amid tomorrows crimsons tongue... Drain living waters into my soul that I may not bow at the altar Of sorrows; casting away loves treasured gifts left strewn in forgotten dust Carried into the ambient winds of tears; perdition now its conjured home No, I shall not be left to rot in hades no matter how far it is I may fall... ************************************************************************************ ...“Dungeons and Dragons” ~