DMing

To bear witness
To all the inner workings
Of a player’s mind
As they create a character’s response

To their long lost child
Of 15 years
And their ex-wife
Who they should have never seen again

To bear witness
To the strategic response
That a tower with no doors or windows
Raises from a group

Especially when
A flaming, nasally skull
Has just been killed
But they know it will rise from the dead

To bear witness
To the secret whispers
Of a player with a plan
For their character to run away

While the rest of the group
Merrily jokes and jabs
At each other
As they mosey along the deep forest road

To bear witness
To the sacred notes
And scribbled papers
Full of gathered and lost ideas

That will take
One group or another
From their humble beginnings
And into the

Breathing
Dying
Glistening
Flaming
Swirling
Still

World that awaits