The Necromancer's Downfall The Bone Army ~ Part Two
~ A Collab between Kelli and MC
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A romancer at heart
and a scoundrel in nature
This black magic art
became just another wager
Of sin and of death
he held no real allegiance
Always baiting his breath
his intent egregious
Sitting atop that grave
to steal the fate of another
His bone army brave
he swore on the memory of his mother
That night in 1710
a true heart to rule over
He would have it again
as the ultimate controller
Catching lightning in a bottle
to mix in his tea
Though his foe would be hostile
he made this guarantee
Battling good and evil
in the heart of a man
As impossible as threading a needle
but he vowed to honor the plan
Will his goodness prevail
only midnight will tell
When the heart is for sale
on the outskirts of hell
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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