Endeavoring to lead a game
Of Pathfinder, I am ashamed
To say I’ve never read (but seen)
The work of J. R. R. Tolkien.
For if I am to weave a tale
As skilled as those in Rivendell,
I must immerse in lofty prose
Until my thought to tongue smooth flows.
All for eleven twelve-year-olds
Hungry for a tale well told,
In which they go where evil lies
To find their glory, prepared to die!
And so today’s to Inspiration!
From heroes, and from those who to tell,
From those of high and lowest station,
From those who strain to listen well.