D&D Sonnet #1
September 9, 2012 § 3 Comments
Let us not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit poor D&D, love is not loveWhich alters when Forgotten Realms it finds,Or bends with the Dragonlance to remove.O no, it is an ever fixèd markThat looks on fell Drizzt and is n’er shaken;He is the fearsome Elf that is so Dark,Whose sword rings chill; his measure never taken.Love’s not time’s fool, though Crysania be meekIn her love for Raistlin Majere shall bloom,Love alters not with a brief hour or week,But bears it out even to prophetic doom:If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no woman so loved.
There will be at least two more giving my actual thoughts on the Dragonlance: Legends and Forgotten Realms: Icewind Dale trilogies. Agnus dei miserere nobis.