Another poem about the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.
When our Lord was feeling sad, you hated me so much
No matter what you said or did, he’d not suffer your touch
Since that day we have been foes, rivals so alike
But something wasn’t adding up, you faking your dislike
Although you are a lying bitch, you are not all bad
I’ll never forget your pretty face, nor the adventures we have had