I reluctantly agreed to read two D&D trilogies (Dragonlance: Legends and Forgotten Realms: Icewind Dale) and to give my thoughts in sonnet form. Below is what I composed based off of only reading the blurbs:

Let us not to the marriage of true minds
Admit poor D&D, love is not love
Which alters when Forgotten Realms it finds,
Or bends with the Dragonlance to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixèd mark
That looks on fell Drizzt and is n'er shaken;
He is the fearsome Elf that is so Dark,
Whose sword rings chill; his measure never taken.
Love's not time's fool, though Crysania be meek
In her love for Raistlin Majere shall bloom,
Love alters not with a brief hour or week,
But bears it out even to prophetic doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no woman so loved.


There will be at least two more of these in the coming weeks. How these are popular with so many is what I am trying to understand.