DnD stuff- Acererak Sucks at Poetry #4
Original
Death to fire, dine or drown
Precious air and falling sand
The army sleeps in silence
The mirror holds twelve
Find the iron scepter’s twin
The maze holds the key.
My Version
A likely grave - air, sand, flames, dine or drown,
(To find the just one's tomb, survive your death)
And sleeping army wakes for gentle sound.
The twelve enshrine'd in glass shall never rest.
Steal scepter's twin. In maze, the key is found.