For me
Poetry
Is the skeleton key.
Opening unlocked doors,
Opening gates,
Dungeons…
Castle manors…
Finding treasure…
Casting spells…
Fighting foes…
Drastically improving armor…
Fighting demons…
Monster mashing…
Skeleton Keys open doors…
Magic.
Doors.
Magic.
Witcher 3.
Doors.
Poetry does it all
Like a round of Gwent
And a honeycomb
To fill me belly
On a wintry Velen day.
My horse whinnies.
I slay the enemy.
And only if I could find Yennifer
Amongst the gardens and the flowers
Would I be able to use my signs
To guide me home.

 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.