Ghost-Generated Geriatrics

Adventuring On

2020-12-14

Retelling

I apologize deeply but I must be short I've had a setback of the greatest of sorts My hands feel quite stiff and writing brings pain I fear I might never be the same again We encountered a mirror, a world in each face We opted to for wealth over leaving this place Some ghosts did appear when we opted for wealth That line of thinking was bad for our health Some specters appeared with a couple of ghosts And one of those creatures, it scared me the most That I ever have been in all of my life Describing what happened still causes me strife I was rendered so frightened, I aged many years This has always been one of my greatest of fears Indeed it is awful, I cannot deny To know that my life is now passing me by Where once my scales shimmered, they now look quite dull At nighttime my bladder now always feels full My fingers now moan as I pluck at my strings And writing is now the most painful of things I walk hunched far over and stare at the ground When playing my pan flute there's hardly a sound My good looks have whithered, I walk with a limp Of all of my problems, I've shared just a glimpse A more pitiful creature, you never did meet I will end up busking for coins in the streets My body is broken, I feel I'm in hell It seems that my spirit has broken as well Of what else transpired, I barely recall Once I aged quickly, I was so appalled That I wrote nothing down and I lost track of time Hence the few details contained in this rhyme And in this plight I am not quite alone Will also snapped when the ghost's face was shown And though he is not as befeebled as I What's befallen us both would make anyone cry And so my dear reader, I must put down my quill For pain in my hands I've now had quite my fill I guess we escaped and the party's ok I wonder what awaits us in the coming days