An Ode to the Die

In humble form, it sits in hand,

Six faces, corners where it lands,

But in a gamer's eager throw,

Worlds unfold, stories grow.

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The ancients saw in one die's cast,

A realm where fate and chance contrast,

In D&D, it found its fame,

A role within an iconic game.

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A church's cry, satanic lore,

Denied the die I yearned to explore,

Yet still, I loved its random roll,

A fusion of tale, math, and soul.

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In childhood's games, a simple thrill,

In dungeons deep, a fate to fulfill,

Its many sides, a world to unveil,

A dollar-store treasure, now grown so frail.

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Its randomness, a mimic of life,

Its toss and turn, a playful strife,

Yet more than games, it's become to me,

A symbol of chance, of mystery.

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So here's to the die, a gem profound,

A universe in your palm to be found,

May its roll continue to enchant and guide,

A dance with fate, in your hand to reside.