ash skellington was a ranger
seldom slow to anger
with a dual sword proficiency that quickly put foes in danger
cassandra was a mage, she was with thomas the cleric
dattam was a rock shattering dwarf dumbing out and never caring
might stoneshatter like what’s the matter when you laying on the pebbles
till eventually we let him die, tired of him costing us levels
Had a druid with us, truth is nobody could stand her
and this concieted ass palidin, balthazar
balthazar had immaculate hair
he loved gold, tried to maintain a cool stance everywhere
back out of a fight rather than turn and run
even when the party was getting grinded into bloody stumps
what else was we gonna do
stand tall with an unbalanced crew
i inherited a keep,a deck of many things
speckled green dice, rolling nothing but seventeens.

i was barely over being a teenager
quick to anger
with a hair trigger sensitivity, couldn’t put it no plainer
kellie was a surgeon, chris was my manager, the DM
Scott was another friend and his tragedy was side stepped when
he wound up in a coma years later, last i heard
now he’s regaining strength slowly starting to recover
bruce was stubborn and always throwing wrenches everywhere, you see
and the worst manager i ever had, bob guzinski
stay quiet, arms folded at the end of the table
dry humor he’d inject whenever he was able
chris had mentioned we should maybe get up and play
i hadn’t seen him in years, the group had moved away
when I heard bob came home early for a nap one day
and at 44, he went to sleep and decided to stay
and he might not have been the best friend i had
but even i was surprised when I felt this bad

it’s not a song about a game
it’s a song about a friend
it’s a song about a day
when you learn you’re gonna end
when you are confronted in your face
with the mortality you know you’ll never escape
getting carried away.