Chaos Of Thugs Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The likelihood of petrifaction
By the level 5 monster
Is astonishingly high.
Then again, he will turn you
To stone near the
Sea,
And, even defeated, you can
Stare off
For miles,
Though the waves will have
You,
As you must concede the ratios
Of rose petals
In a game of love
Fall much higher in your favor,
Than the actual matter:
Of her eyes remaining perceptive
Unto your being
Through all the chaos of thugs.

The decades of eternity pass as minutes,
As the ocean carves you indiscernible,
The tragic hero defeated by monsters.