The Chosen One

Wishing to escape, find a better life
All so mundane, with bleakness and strife
One day you find, you’re the chosen one
Whisked away to a world, wondrous and fun
Pull back the curtain, the horrors you will find
The magic turning sour, in this role you’re confined

The AlFiebet – E

E is for entertain, at this you excel
When you let yourself be you, and you weave your spell
E is for entertain, you know just what to say
Be it a rousing tale, or the jokes you do convey
E is for entertain, I hope I never bore
Despite not keeping up, still you me adore


This is the year, where all will change
Improvements aplenty, nothing’s the same
Let’s get a new job, and better our health
Kick the bad habits, and amass some wealth
In precisely a year, when time for review
I’ll come to see, nothing’s changed nor new

Living Worlds Apart

Another poem about the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.

An imaginary friend, who’s always on my mind
Keeper of my heart, who’s always left behind
Once you may have lived, I doubt we’d ever met
Only sorrow grows, and I wish I could forget
We live worlds apart, never eye to eye
Take my heart away, and let us say goodbye

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