Wed 5 Mar 2008
I can still remember when,
red dragons used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
that I could make those multisided dice dance,
and maybe I wouldn’t have to make a saving throw for a while.
But, March 4th would make me shiver,
with each hit roll I deliver,
bad news from the dungeon master,
I couldn’t take one more step,
I can’t remember if I cried,
when I read about his widowed dwarven bride,
something touched me deep inside
the day, Gary Gygax died…
