Der reimende Krieger Anmerkungen des Autors:
ein Gedicht, was ich mal zu einer unserer D&D - Sessions geschrieben hatte ... auch schon etwas älter




Der Autor hat folgende Stimmungen f�r sein Werk angegeben:
fröhlich



Eddy tief im Walde saß
Und ein Stück vom Rehlein aß.
Beim kacken ging ihm auf das Licht
Und er schrieb euch dies Gedicht:

Far away a small light,
Breaks through the darkness of the night.
I am a shadow in the dark,
Sneaking closer while walking an arc.

Sitting by the fire side,
He knows not what the woodlands hide.
His magic mind is still alert,
Was that a fart that he just heard?

I curse my luck for eating beans,
A rumbling stomach trouble means.
My companions on the other side,
Sneak with cracking mail and squeaky hide.

An ugly smell now very strong,
To a dead orc it might belong.
It fills his nose welling up tears.
Casting a spell he disappears.

Such heavy fog what have I done?
Whoever there was might be long gone.
Orc and Cleric charge the place
But no one there, not even a trace.

The fight was short,
Not much a sport.
The story now is at its end,
Because I've no more rhymes to spend.