The Poem of the Game Masters

 Creators of Worlds of Make Believe

Narrating Every line because this Story is mine

Roll the Dice and let your fate decide.

The Quest what is right or wrong

As the Bard sings their Song~

Double check your choices as their might have been a better way

Say it loud and proud We are the Narrators of the Story

We decide at the Drop of a dice, but will you pay the price

We Created Worlds of Various Designs

The Quest, might it be right or wrong, As the bard sings this song

We march On~

Act on the information we have obtain

As Our health slowly Drains

We make them feel the pain that we have faced

So Make haste into the sunset for the happily ever after that

Was interlaced with the story of the world’s design

Aline yourself with who you are Aim for the Stars

As we draw the battle Line fighting for our right

Everyone’s Online as we shift into our stories

Glories untold wait at the end of the road that we travel down

As we go from town to town, Doing quest and try our best

Angel Wings and Kings of kingdoms await for Heroes 

Demon Lord and Planes ever shifting 

Towards the end we march on

Our Health may be down but we aren’t out

We will keep moving on 

Characters old and Characters new keep the story going through and through

Gather the Clues and Look to answer the question thats remained unseen

As we Pursue the story and turn to the future and look back on the past. 

Used to be the Nothing but characters in a story untold

Now we’re bold as we Keep writting on and roll the dice

For we are willing to pay the price 

So all be told the Dice have rolled for a story foretold

Controlled are the Characters as the Setting is described

Be advied that our stories may make you cry

As we Realized our Stories ending may need to be Clarified

Every action may have been justified in each of the characters rights

Nights go by as we march on and the bard sings their song

Rights and Wrongs, we sing along as our stories reach their end.

So Bend the rules and mend thy ties

Wise would be the one who persisted in friendships of all kinds

Read the Lines, notice the signs and make up your mind

As we grind our goals intertwine as our stories are our own

We have decided our fate at the roll of  the dice

As the story outlines as we remind

We are creators of our own stories built-in worlds of our own

We narrate each line because each character is one of a kind

We Rolled the Dice and Paid the Price whether we like it or not

Our Story is ended but it is not done

Cause as one story ended another has begun

So into the cycle, we have started to create old and new

Bring some back and let others rest

We aren't the best but we test for the quest lest we forget 

We are the biggest threat to those who aline themselves

As our allies or our Enemies who withhold our prize

You might be surprised and we are likewise when something has changed

Stories may twist the tables may turn to which some plans must be revised

Each action may be criticized As our ideas must be analyzed

As we Authorize the Ending because its time to be Finalized

This isn't the end only the beginning As we Personalize Our goodbyes.