The Riddle. A poem.

This riddle:

This trial of decay
Has shaken me from my
Wide-eyed stupor
And recruited me
To a war of consequence
Where life and limb
And bold indecision
Bear me back
To suffering and pain
Until the riddle solved

I play and lose the game

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I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry, music, movies, comics, books and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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