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By Random Scribbles for NeilG.

"A Poem featuring Dungeon Master called 'At the End of the Day.' I have no idea what it will be about but I thought the title was evocative. It must be about or feature prominently DM."

AT THE END OF THE DAY

 

At the end of the day…

The faces of many -

Of millions – rise up to

The surface like leaves on

The skin of a pond,

And with so much to say…

Some calling, some hiding

Some secret, I listen

And sometimes this world urges

Me to respond.

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This world is aware…

It knows that I owe it

A thousand score favours,

A lifetime of service, times

Seven or more,

For it answered a prayer…

And brought to an old man

Green bones and new muscle.

It pulled in the bodies

And shut fast the door.

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It will use you today…

It calls me with voices

Of thunderous whispers

And dangles a new hope

To motivate you.

That’s the price I must pay…

The youth that it gave me

Can’t be for my own use

Until I have settled

The debt that is due.

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So I share of your fate…

This world binds together

My mind and your bodies

To serve and protect it

‘Til it says we are done.

But please make no mistake…

At the end of the day

You are here for my purpose

And I will spare nothing –

Your small lives are nothing.

Yes, I will spare nothing

To bring back my son.


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DDCC 2007

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