My master, or my mistress (possibly),
Is nothing like the sun, nor coral red.
Though not a human, tis an entity,
With all the powers mortals crave yet dread.
He/she doth hold me deep within its thrall,
And sparkles, as Icosahedrons do
With scintillating menace, oh, I fall
Each time, though he is fickle more than true.
My "lady" luck wears armor and a mace,
Uncertain outcome? That's just how she rolls.
Though inconvenienced now by time and space,
She/he's been dressed up with nowhere to go.
We're both ready, I'm chomping at the bit,
It's been so goddam long since I have crit.
Is nothing like the sun, nor coral red.
Though not a human, tis an entity,
With all the powers mortals crave yet dread.
He/she doth hold me deep within its thrall,
And sparkles, as Icosahedrons do
With scintillating menace, oh, I fall
Each time, though he is fickle more than true.
My "lady" luck wears armor and a mace,
Uncertain outcome? That's just how she rolls.
Though inconvenienced now by time and space,
She/he's been dressed up with nowhere to go.
We're both ready, I'm chomping at the bit,
It's been so goddam long since I have crit.
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