Poem a Day 16

Back from the con in time to type up today’s poem, inspired by this prompt and especially for all you D&Ders.

Bland but Nourishing

Before the Eye of Imozen,
Before the Rainbow Cavern,
Before the gold of Fetter’s Hold,
We met up in a tavern.

And after we’ve been dragon breathed,
Stabbed, and disintegrated,
We’ll dream, as we begin to heal,
About our last aboveground meal—
Cooked, and not created.


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