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When paranoia takes hold of the mind,

It ebbs and flows in more ways you can find,

The madness gushes forth from within,

Along with a desire to vent on the team,

Friday, Friday, sitting alone at home,

He wonders if they're slacking behind the throne,

So slam and bash in fury he sends,

Decrees and edicts for subjects to tend!

Funny as it may so sound,

The easiest answer to be found,

Is right in the heart of the asylum,

A place for he who believes his subjects are indolent.

~ DM JG

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The Savage Warparty, cometh forth!

A mad king sits on an old old throne,

Subjects prostrate themselves lying silently prone.

Burn them, burn'em ye all dissenters,

All ye who disobey, you barbarous repenters!

High up in the pyramid city of High Zann,

Where dangers lurk and daemons stand,

The king and his minions hold sway over the lands.

Until someday comes an intrepid band.

Archer, wizard, elf and man,

Bringing forth needed change with their hands.

Venturing within the depths with allies,

Against this king and his denizens they decry,

With sword and sorcery, they charged with wroth,

The Savage Warparty, cometh forth!

~ DM JG

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A flicker of hope,

In a raging sea of darkness.

Tidal waves splash aboard,

We can hardly grasp the harness.

That little light out there,

Flickers in the vast black horizon.

What do we cling so dearly to,

Amidst this thunderous gloom unendin...

We've been in countless battles,

scarred from many fights;

We've confronted numerous demons,

horrors of unimaginable sight.

We're certainly no heroes,

but neither villians are we;

What we know is that this dastard ship,

Will plough forth till it reaches quay.

So hope we hold against them storms,

And tightly to our chests;

Are pressed these little slips of paper,

Where our spells could be so expressed.

As the rains pour forth in torrential sheets,

Blinding and flooding us;

We cling to belief in numbers that,

Will guide us to a peaceful dusk.

And then out from the seas comes roaring forth,

A beast of unimaginable size.

We draw our swords and notch our bows,

Preparing for our greatest prize!

~ the Savages

(On voyage)

~ DM JG

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On the gravest of days and darkest of nights,

Where clouds and rains obscure sight,

Where pain and anger are part thy plight,

Where frustrations and chaos reign at height.

I walk through dark valleys and up steep chasms,

O'er muddy puddles and creeks most unpleasant,

Doth lingering fears and doubts rise ascendant,

N'ver so much calm or peace in attendant.

But fear not, let thy courage rise,

For such ordeals will never bring demise,

Born in the dark times with tortured cries,

I am a creature of the night, I'm a creature of might.

~ Stear

~ JG