The Last Five Minutes
I woke to the morning mist gripped 'round my curious feet,
which peeked out beneath sleep and the comfort of down sheets
considering clouds that creep through town corridors soundless,
carefully scouting the day's dawn, diligent to the dangers of braving the mountains.
... out here, the sun rays that break through are both breath-taking and countless.
"the ground's cold and needs leaves" - the first thing that Firbolgs teach
cuz the dirt will leach heat 'til your brains freeze and teeth birth words of slurred speech.
the earth's cursed and doesn't mean to worsen the physique,
it's just trying to be nourishing the weak, while birds dirge a ditty sitting pretty in the trees.
but right... me. I'm 23, 5'8", and my name's Regan,
and recently, I've been receiving the awfulest treatment.
I've been framed for maiming sheep... and accidentally summoning demons.
people decreed I released evil behemoths... granted their freedom.
single-handedly chanted, standing and bleeding to seemingly plan an agreement.
the whole damn panic expanded from phantoms that roamed roads,
not to mention the ***kling crows, flown where the bones grow.
omens of woe, rattling-chains-in-a-robe and the feeling of hope? low.
I suppose the sole secret, who planted the seed "heathen" only Odin would know.
it's time to wrap up, enough flashbacks
cuz only moments ago, they noticed my actual tracks.
I was caught on my own, casually strolling 'til three twigs tangibly snapped.
17, and you're frozen! ah... somatic and spoken, the classic components of magical traps.
bzzt and lost focus,
note it: you're binded and defeaned.
awesomely ended... I'm already excited to write the next session!