Ode to My D20

To my little twenty sided die,
Oh, the power that you hold,
The strength over life and death alike,
Through you my story will unfold.

You cost so little yet give so much,
Your worth’s not in your weight,
So smooth and light you are to touch,
Please have mercy on my fate!

One cannot fight on stats alone,
Unless you are a fool,
All power lies in dice and wrist,
You ca be a cruel and fickle tool.

As you toss and bounce across the table top,
My heart begins to beat,
On 2? On 10? Your playful dance
Will determine my next feat.

Be kind to me this day I pray,
For there is much at stake,
The world is full of nasty things,
Of my head, a fine helmet they might make!

Clink, clink, I hear you tumble,
My heart begins swell,
Until I see that horrid number,
Which has doomed me straight hell.

Curse you, plastic Judas!
Single digits burn my eyes.
My hopes are crushed and shattered,
Body slumps and teammates sigh.

Praise be to my party members,
Who can keep me on the track,
They’ll pick me up and dust me off,
Don’t worry, I’ll bounce back!