# poetry writer planescape dnd dnd5e

What a vastness
Of a void
I watch the flicker
Of street lamps
Annoyed
At morning’s sluggishness
Prevaricating amongst the shrubs
This stillness
Is oppressive
And the fast food tubs
And stubbed out stubs
Are places
On my pre-dawn map

Morn

1 10
2021-09-06

The engine pulses low in her ears as her eyes become saurian—yellow orbs surrounding a dark slit. They're said to reveal one's death if stared into long enough. her questions stall nothing and you'll soon find yourself gibbering in huffs. You stole the wrong girl.

2 31
2020-11-19

No...
One...

Preens like Shemmy,
Is as mean as Shemmy,
No one manipulates ignorant berks like Shemmy!

I'm especially good at prevaricating!

Oh what a gal, Shemmy!

8 25
2020-03-23