THE LONE NECROMANCER LIVES ON
A peculiar woman was born in the depths of this land,
With a desire for so-called blessings of that freakish clan;
Oh, what magic they possess to revive the still hearts;
With a finger's motion, just who do they think they are?
She wields a power that man has yet to comprehend;
The dangers she threatens has lost her numerous friends;
As she passes through, a path is cleared for this mage,
That all may avoid their own death and stay safe.
But when the Unmasked have gotten rid of their kind,
Millions of hearts rejoiced; millions more of them smiled;
Yet one lone eccentric still stands out there;
In hiding from our sight, appear would she dare?
And when they witness her return to this domain,
May she be prepared for the hatred and pain
Which they shall inflict upon her from head to toe;
Oh, how they long to see her shriveled bones.
Beware, beware! The Lone Necromancer still lives on;
Lurking within a shadow, she is not dead; she is merely lost;
So up to this day, they wander around with excitement, from east to west,
Agog to hear her agonizing cries as they tear her heart from her chest.
R.J. Lee-Werkins