The Necromancer's Downfall The Bone Army ~ Part Three

~~ Part One ~~ MC

~~ Part Two ~~ Kelli

~~ Part Three ~~ MC 🔽🔽

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With the stroke of midnight

Under the full moon’s light

Lord Bisnifagus began to open the grave

Dreaming of the power that he did crave

With his magical spell all set to go

A drop of February snow

A dragon’s claw

A fire moth’s jaw

The virgin’s silk

A cup of yak’s milk

Along with a pinch of marigold

Will bring about riches of gold

Mixed together with a copper spoon

on a Deadman’s Moon

He opened the casket he had unlocked

Using this potion he concocted

He dumped it onto Robert Mackey’s corse

But life is never that easy, of course

Instead, in the dark, he’d picked the wrong plot

And now his fate would be a different lot

For the body he’d raised would be his end

This was the soul that would force him to bend

Unbeknownst to him, the die was cast

A new ruler would rule over all at last

But the Magician was a fool

He was now the tool

Of forces beyond his control

That have an ulterior goal

Blocking his bid to overtake the throne

The hero made of bone

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~~ Part Four ~~ Kelli