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Dedication - To the Dread Pirate Roberts. ^^
Basically the thought processes of a girl who's sitting in on a DnD game with her boyfriend playing in it. She's bored. ^^
Dream of me and you,
I do.
I think about you day and night
it just seems right.
Bottles of Mountain Dew,
plastic bowls of Doritos,
a board map,
dice and character sheets,
action music played at a soft key.
Kiss me too fiercely,
hold me too tight...
I wish it was just me and you
on this DnD night.
The DM calls for a roll
of the dice. Multi-colored
pieces of plastic and stone
scatter to the
far corners of the map.
There's a place in my heart
that I visit so often.
One look in your eyes
takes me there...
A path in a forest, a kindly old
elf who
gives strange advice to
those who pass his
treeland home in midday air.
Don't stop now, cause
you're on a roll, make me go
anywhere that you go.
You're the dream in my head while I'm sleeping...
A roll of the die and
rouge goblin clan leaps
from the trees, daggers drawn and
spells flying.
What do you do?
If I sorted it out, if I knew
all about this feeling,
wouldn't that be something?
If I could sort it out...
Spells fly on
both sides, the enemies bloodied count
is rising steadily, some attacking
head-on, others standing back. You are there.
In the thick of it. Sword drawn, eyes glinting.
Was I weak? Were you strong?
Were you right? Was I wrong?
Both of us broken, caught in a moment.
Caught in a moment...
The head goblin was carrying a
map to the hidden treasure of
their illustrious King. But the treasure is
cursed, bearing ill from Eris. Do
you wish to go after it?
Life is a road that stretches before us,
Love is a river that flows about us,
I'm starting out on a journey with you,
starting at the beginning with you.
Rouge thieves, a white wizard,
a woman with ears like a cat. The band
is ragged and tired, the treasure is
just beyond
the next bend...
No chance, no way,
I won't say it, no, no.
It's too cliche,
I won't say I'm in love...at least out loud...
Your sword drawn, first blood is yours.
Hell-hounds the size of
baby elephants seem to explode
from the walls, teeth dripping
acids and fires.
No matter how they toss the dice
it had to be me for you
and you for me...now and forever.
So happy together!
The Hell-hounds are scattered,
the woman in cat ears (Kassandra?) runs
after with a war-cry, her eyes blood
red. You laugh with the others,
watching her dismantle a carcass with her bare claws.
Then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White,
and Monty Python and Holy Grail's Black Knight,
Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie.
The treasure lies ahead, all tread with
careful toes. The dwarf (Candy?) calls a halt,
taking a shoe from his ever-expanding bag
and throwing
it down the hall.
My dearest friend,
if you don't mind...
I'd like to sit by your side,
as we watch the ocean's tide...
Traps exposed, the team proceeds
uninterrupted.
Candy scoops his shoe up, Mountain Dew
is passed about as everyone talks
out of character for a flashing moment.
I take your hand.
And he looks,
and I wait...
And he smiles....