Twenty-Sided Heart

Clear off the table and lay out the grid, Uncover the secrets you’ve masterfully hid. You’re sitting behind the mahogany screen, Setting the mood for a physical scene. Roll for initiative, the tension is thick, Your silver-tongued lore is doing the trick. I’m crossing the threshold, entering the cave, Testing my limits with a Constitution save. Oh, scarlet enchantress, you’re pulling the strings, Guiding my hands to such beautiful things. A masterful campaign, so heavy and deep, A tabletop fantasy keeping me from sleep. You command the whole session, you set the design, And every critical hit is divine. Cast Lay on Hands, let the magic ignite, We’re burning through all of our spell slots tonight. Sleight of Hand checks as you loosen my gear, Whispering the rules right into my ear. I’m willingly grappled, entirely bound, Exploring the chambers deep underground. The cavern is humid, the lantern is low, Just tell me how deep you want me to go. Oh, scarlet enchantress, you’re pulling the strings, Guiding my hands to such beautiful things. A masterful campaign, so heavy and deep, A tabletop fantasy keeping me from sleep. You command the whole session, you set the design, And every critical hit is divine. My armor is scattered right there on the floor, You’re dealing out damage, I’m begging for more. You know how to trigger the deadliest traps, Closing the distance and closing the gaps. A Natural Twenty right on the sweet spot, The combat is breathless, heavy, and hot. No need for a cleric to bring me around, Just keep my character pinned to the ground. A long rest is coming… but not quite yet… I’m drenched in the best kind of tabletop sweat… So pick up the dice… let the d20 spin… When you are the Master, I just let you win… Yeah, run the campaign… Take me down again…