A short poem I wrote because I got bored, and then promptly forgot about. I just found it and decided to post it. it's not very good but I think we all can relate to it, and if you can't I envy you.
Another Annoying Death
The party's doing great,
killing monsters we don't hesitate,
one more kill and I level up,
the puller goes to find,
something easy if you don't mind,
then we heard the cry,
aggress he screamed running by,
and we soon learned why,
two skeletons coming fast,
we tried to stop them with magical casts,
braking free with out a pause,
scythes raise in their bony claws,
fight we tried,
but we fell like flies,
we ran from their might,
the zone was in sight,
I'm almost there,
but it was not to be,
a bind stopped me,
I saw the blade swoop down for the kill,
nothing I could do but stand still,
experience lost,
it was a heavy cost,
so then I swore,
10 more levels and I'll settle the score,
for we tried to run,
and we tried in vane,
scythe and magic became our bane.
So did you like it, or are you with me thinking it's terrible.