I met you in a dreary dungeon
beneath Gray Mist Mountain
Our hands both closed upon
the same chalice of ebon.
Your cheeks flushed sanguine
with rage and fatigue
your stubby legs must have carried
your ample curves for leagues
I couldn’t help but steal a gaze
at your eyes of molten cobalt
before you hit me with your mace.
What did I think would be the result?
I
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