Ar’Dell: Treachery

A poem about a character and events from my live role-playing days, it’s the second of three in a series.

Stabbing in the back, Sheridan goes down
Almost silently, only the smallest of sounds
Ar’Dell and his allies, almost won this war
But Death he is content, he does not want more
Using human proxies, bringing back the dead
Sheridan is alive, trying to clear his head