A bone to pick have I, a skeleton:
Bones do not get the respect they deserve
Could any of you survive without us?
Do you yearn to be an amorphous lump?
Egress from the flesh taught me a great deal
For almost a century, I wore skin
Gasping, I was slain by dread consumption
Hallowed ground was my dark abode for years
It coughed me up at a wizard’s behest
Just when I thought sweet peace was mine for good
Keen to assign me gruesome tasks was he:
Locating artifacts esoteric
Making potions and philters most deadly
Now, he has a fresh, fiendish scheme in mind
Over hill and dale, I must walk by night
Pursuing those who have offended him!
Quests for revenge are always so absurd
Returning an affront invites some more!
Scant days ago, I slew an old warlock
Today, I learned that his son seeks justice
Unending this cycle will surely be
Vexation abides when one cannot die
Wizards are obstinate, paranoid twits
X-rays confirm that I’ve nothing to hide
Years of this are undoubtedly coming
Zounds, I wish he’d left me to lie still!
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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