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

People often laugh at you, and sometimes I agree
Even now that you’re a god, you are still not free
Like a toddler small and weak, you don’t know a thing
But despite of all your flaws, I enjoy our fling
For when you force me down, and start to explore
All the world it melts away, leaving me your whore