Now here is the tale of a mysterious guy
Who talks of swords, weighted d20s and of pie.
The Master of Melee, always in search for a fight,
Awaiting the day to show his true might.
He wears a cloak of blue to keep him from cold
And upon his breast is armor of gold,
And Tarngath, his sword, strapped across his back
With its charcoal-gray hilt and blade of black.
An old-skool gamer at heart, it is true,
He shuns many games that are pretty and new.
He likes to write stories, poems and plays;
To hear his D&D talk is like being lost in a maze.
So when you hear his name, lo and behold!
Remember this tale of which I have told;
Psiko the Red, a mage of the times,
The Master of Swords and Weaver of Rhymes.