The Necromancer II
The shadow monarch arrives.
Cloaked in silence, radiating focus.
A swift motion of symbols and hands.
Red skies, darkened clouds.
Beneath the ruined soul,
A raging fire is ignited.
Hearts beat once more,
Loathing that glorious purpose.
In hushed unison,
What is thy bidding, master?
With no mouth to bark—
and a heart that’s cold,
The Lord of Shadow looks at his army.
A mutual understanding between the two forces.
A long walk to the edge of the world,
marching, unwavering loyalty.
Good soldiers follow orders,
silence echoes the crowded wastelands.
Arriving at the destination,
the king aims towards the sky.
With a single red spark, crimson lightning strikes.
Signaling the call for justice.
As the undead dominate with overwhelming strength,
The Shadow Monarch gazes upon his former kingdom.
He looks onward, a new era of tranquility.
Alone in darkness, as was always intended.
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