(Side note to this poem: This poem begins my era of gamer poems. Now, the reason I've began these is due to my new job that I was offered yesterday as a game design writer! What this means is I'm working pretty much freelance for a couple of people putting together a D&D like game in an amazing fantasy world. From now until December, I literally get to creative write as a job which is a dream come true. Therefore, to celebrate this awesomeness, I'm going to have a string of poems to correlate with it.)
Her soul went out to that pen and that bundle of papers
bound together in an everlasting hold, woven with love.
Fingers mashed away at a keyboard, hair tangled,
empty energy drinks stacked on the mahogany.
In the mind, ideas swirled, a hurricane of thoughts,
a world born out of multiple brains, a team
of careful eyes watching each period, comma,
breathing life into the heart of a character.
Smile glistening as she crafts every tree,
knits together the quests, the challenges, forges
swords from raw metal, readying the ground
for those to dive into her art, thirst for its adventure.
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