Rpg Warrior

O, elvenstone! O, elvenstone! O, would that you could be my own. To quest exhausted, all these years, And not obtain those pointy ears To sharpen sense, to hear my phone. O battle axe! O battle axe! For thy pursuit, my patience lacks. Through garbage bins in fishing wharves, Midst arguments with boorish dwarves; My neighbor’s tree needs forty whacks. Fine coat of mail, thy filigree Would sure enhance the likes of me. So tightly woven, silver, pale Protect unwanted barbs’ assail When getting honey from my bees. Thou mighty blade, enchanted runes Do grace thy hilt but not those hewn. Sure, separating sinew, bone, Ne’er losing edge in dirt or stone, When Saturday, the hedge I prune. I think that we can both agree: When I immerse in D&D, I get so caught up in the game, Imagination is to blame; Sometimes I blur reality. ---------- RPG - role playing game - I used to play Dungeons and Dragons some 40 years ago when you used dice and mapped everything out on graph paper. I imagine things have changed a bit since then...