A Witcher Valentine
Beggartick's are red,
Dettlaff's eyes are blue.
Yennefer or Triss?
Hey, you do you.
I, for one, in my heart shall sing,
Of a barber-surgeon whose name means King.
Regis my darling; my vampire fair,
Into your dark eyes, do I wish to stare.
For I fear not the silver, nor steel, nor the stake.
I fear only displeasing the brewer of mandrake.
So on this day, let us frolic; be scamps!
With the Witcher, or Roche, or Novigrad tramps!
With Dandelion's music, and his magenta flair,
A happy hearts to all of the Witcher's Lair!
From the resident werewolf (bone donations welcome)
Happy Heart's Day to you all! May you find love in this world,
Whether real or with one of our many, many imagined loves of
This crazy, amazing Witcher world! (Or both! Why choose?)