she died not long after she was cursed with the pest.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
the ground was covered with a icy crust.
The entire city was silent and dark,
the hands of death having left their mark.
The wind suddenly stopped to breeze,
like an olds man last dying wheeze.
The creatures of the wood also fell still
and I remembered that I didn't write my will.
There was the sound of stone grinding upon stone,
from the vicinity of the tomb where the dead lay prone
Then suddenly I heard a creak,
my legs were already a bit weak.
From the crypt, with measured strides,
emerged a mage with with hordes of undead at his sides
So as I stood there, mortified and quite aghast,
the guards noticed them and were closing fast.
But the undead also advanced with their swords drawn,
I was only hopingall that madness would be over at dawn.
A great fireball was to be my doom,
no time to run and not enough room.
So that was the story of the end of my life,
now there will be a time of great strife.
Because now I am one of the undead
and will kill you although we have never met.
Well, that was just a little something that came into my mind yesterday
Regards,
Lucksi
