I'm totally out of my wheelhouse with this. Apologies in advance for breaking any rules. This is inspired by and dedicated to my dear friend, Ser River Throat.

Who could have known?
Me, merely flesh and bone,
Could provide the comfort,
For someone to feel at home.

How could I see?
The value of camaraderie.
That it could provide the strength,
For someone to be who they want to be.

Life is fantasy

It is what you make it.
In the end, the choice is yours.
You give, and you get.
Be the river, or the oar.

There's no wrong way,
But take my advice.
Put value on the words you say,
And, just try to be nice.

Life is fantasy

So, go forth, slay that dragon!
Make your enemies rue the day!
But take a little time,
To make some friends along the way.

Because when the hunt is over,
And you're winding down at the gate.
It's nice to share your stories,
With some friends who can relate.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 997 AF.