Warlock's Demise
Fear permeates from the depth of his soul
As he scrapes the sides of his deep hellhole
A sweet incessant chant keeps calling him out
It tells him to join the others that are about
His soul leaps feeling that there are more like him
Out of his hole he crawls following his masters whim
He now notices that they, like him, are all skeletons
Been dead for many years, some really rotten ones
He has been instructed to bring some innocent lass
To this graveyard for his curse to be complete alas
His soul is bound to the warlocks dark iron will
No matter the skeletons displeasure he has this chill
For the warlock is always deep within his mind
And commands are simple and aren’t very kind
Somehow the skeleton reaches enough strength
To resist the powers of the warlock in length
He finds the warlock chanting besides his spell
Unaware of the skeletons presence and his hell
He chokes the warlock with his powerful grasp
Bringing him to his death causing both to collapse
Without the dark warlock’s spell to be chanted
The skeletons all fail to animate, to be enchanted
The next morning the groundskeeper found a sight
Skeletons all littered the graveyard from last night
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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