I could go out in a meteor shower.
The pain in my skull could burst forth
And radiate red, eradicating,
Or I could spin the earth
In the opposite direction.

Remove all gravity,
But that's not my style;
I'm the hero in this show,
Mild villainy aside.
Bombastic, not belligerent,
Eccentric and engaging.
I'm too young to be this old.
A fifth of a century?
I guess I'm aging.

I've been stabbed, true,
But since it's my own anxious blade,
I'll leave it in place and hide
Quietly uncomfortable,
Waiting for my moment,
Since I'll never die.
Last edited by D&DLover at Aug 1, 2011,