The Mortal Path

You've made the choice. It's too late now to turn from the Mortal Path.
Through black glass, red spots, and jackals, it stretches. The Mortal Path.

You'll find more than velvet drops and curtained monsters, down this road.
There's goats, and jokes, and Gary gems, scattered down the Mortal Path.

You might need to chug some blood to make it through the sandy caves.
Between the ghosts and demons, you'll need it on the Mortal Path.

Don't forget your trusty teifling- remember he's a lizard?
He'll cater your travels with crepes as you walk the Mortal Path.

And you'll have Taro being... Taro, with new voices everyday,
toot-toot pipes, and birthday parties to spice up the Mortal Path.

Ms. Nerium too, with sewing and sneaking skills tried and true.
Who knew a seamstress could do so well along the Mortal Path?

So too comes Natalia with keen mind, runekeeper's eyes and
fiery blade. Forces to be reckoned with on the Mortal Path.

It's fantastic, terrifying, and also hilarious.
So come fangirl with me. I'll be walking down the Mortal Path.

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This poem is all about one of my favorite podcasts, The Mortal Path. Here's a link to their epicness that you should check out! https://themortalpath.com/