Inspired by Seannan McGuire’s rant about wanting more dice.
D and D is a fickle art
The dice are the gods of the end and start
Though they seldom take my part
Their beauty teases my goblin heart
Math rocks go clicky clack.
Gems of chance in a velvet sack.
In every skill check, in each attack,
Luck and disaster stand back to back
A bandit ambush does not forgive
Look alive if you want to live;
Our injured fighter’s a leaking sieve
The DM says roll for initiative !
Can you pick that lock, can you dodge that blow
Can you swim out of the undertow
Can you charm that noble, for weal or woe
The outcome hangs on a single throw;
If you play this game you know life is frail;
The worst can triumph, the best can fail.
You roll the dice and you cheer or wail,
And a friendly die is the Holy Grail!