Roll

The battle has started
The war has begun
We fight til they’re dead
Their blood will run.

As the candlelight burns
in the world of the mind
It bubbles and churns
Of uncanny kind.

The fates lie prone
int the palm of our hands
The dice that we own
let us travel these lands.

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Actor, writer, sometimes poet. I want to create and share as much as possible, and not keep things hidden inside little books I carry with me everywhere.

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