With a flick of the wrist my journey begins,

Tipping and tumbling from palm to finger,

Chittering and chattering along with my fellows.

I am rolled and thrown; I am the decider of fates.

I have slain dragons and heroes,

Bribed thugs and courted barmaids,

Threatened thieves and solved riddles.

Three words can begin a fight.

 

Roll for initiative.

 

I spin through the air showing various faces,

The players watch in adoring amazement

As I collide with the felt tray, I pray I won’t betray.

I’ve got to act natural.

A twenty can mean life and death

Depending if I am hidden behind a screen,

Or thrown by the adventurer.

Whether I am ivory incanting a wizards spell,

Or steel swinging a guards great sword,

Or glorious gemstones to replicate valuable scribblings,

Or made of plastic a pastiche of my pricier siblings,

We all stop and stare when the ominous figures,

Exclaim and proclaim victories a plenty,

Cause the face I’ve shown is a natural 20.