Another week down! The more I do this the more I want to go back and REFINE. Which eventually, I will do. I think forcing myself to work within these very small spaces is keeping me safe from burnout and actually excited to revisit some of these spaces later. They all need more specific treasures and wandering tables blah blah blah. In much more exciting news (to me at least) my mother-in-law, who is a very kind and supportive follower of my work and who plays Deborah The Chicken Wizard in the city-crawl game I’m running for my wife’s family, took an interest in Dungeon 23 based on what she saw and decided to write a poem about it (she is in fact a poet so she does that from time to time). I absolutely adore it, Enjoy.
Dungeon 23
Not one of mine
They are plump and seem harmless
These denizens
With their fat spears and humming
Bows
With metal painted snouts and
Pretty dresses
This is the fashion dungeon
Where they don’t have to threaten
But waddle around picturesquely
And look soft. They aren’t really
Cuddly, being difficult creatures
Of imagination, wily, and
Unpredictable. They would as
Soon skewer you as hold you
And the empty frames on
The walls just wait for
Trophies. They are satisfying
In their menace. They wait.