You Are My Character Poem by Naveed Akram

But you are two and I am one,
Superior talent beside the tree;
The only playing is the board game,
This playing is more of the complexions,
More than your liars, and riders.

But you spend a lair and a liar,
Returning to attackers, following the dice
As they spray paint and pant,
Towards the returning king or prince,
Full of armies in the suicidal wake.

But you die and live according to tastes,
Towards the oceans of smells, the maps
Of righteous falling men, who met their
Paladins in the sizes of their speech,
Roleplaying is the game we destroy with fantasy.