A poem about a role-playing character, the wizard Nizrani Lava’ki.
Evil is my legacy, I hail from close to Hell
Even now I’m out, on the past I’ll always dwell
My skin it is dark, yet my heart it is light
Prejudice by my side, it is a constant fight
The only friend left to me, the man of my dreams
But once we are close, is anything what it seems?