The Decider

A master – a wizard
True bearer of insight.
Though the object so small, thou clasps so tight.
The item with properties beyond one's eye.
They call it the ‘decider’ as the opposing shall
Die.
It’s now the mage’s cue to let it go.
It skips, it jumps, slowing down to a tip-toe.
It ends its performance – the traveller's impressed.
Like a small dog it twirls, its finale at rest.
Though the travellers are only young men, they too admire its charm.
Soft licks of gold, though its print follows alarm.
“A three!” they say in sync, oh a number much too low.
As the mage commences to chant, “A beast creeps in the dark shallow.”
They turn to view the hideous creature – they see:
tails and tethers, claws and feathers,
green skin pale, breath raw and stale,
teeth tinted yellow, it puffs and bellows!
A shimmer of sparks mark the end of their brutal death, yet a win the mage proclaims
as Dungeons and Dragons is nothing more than just a silly game.
Though, this was not the work of the old wise man,
but a twenty-sided dice now snuck in a pocket of a navy satin cloak.