My books are covered in dust
His sword has begun to rust
My dice have been stored away
His armor waiting for another day
He sits a upon his throne
I spend nights at home
Both looking for the next escapade
Me using my pencil, he using his blade
A roll of the dice would control his fate
My wrong decision would be something he couldn’t escape
Danger around every corner, death at every turn
With each adventure, something new I would learn
To some it would just be a piece of paper
Full of numbers and stats
To me it was a release,
A way to forget where I was at
He allowed my mind to travel
If only within my imagination
Different worlds, unique people
Vast kingdoms, fantastic nations
Together we battled Giants
Brought down evil empires
Fought mythical Gods
Survived the Dragons burning fire
We stood against the Elementals in their temple
Endured the dangers of White Plume Mountain
Traveled countless Planes of existence
Along the way we met many foes and made many friends
So in honor, I raise a glass to you
As you raise a chalice to me
Ode to a paper hero
Who helped set my mind free
One day we shall ride again
We patiently await that day
My pencil will be sharpened
As will be the edges of your blade
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