The Necromancer vs the Healer
The necromancer raised them row by row,
ripped from death’s sleep, the zombies sprang from graves.
An army shambles bent on overthrow,
its mauve-robed leader can’t ever be saved.
Drawn by death’s cold touch and stench of decay,
a healer comes with life’s power in his veins.
His touch turns zombies to dust, and waylays
the necromancer’s plans. No innocents slain,
no kingdom overthrown–Necromancer
faces Healer, but life always prevails.
One touch removes un-life, Necromancer
falls, his mauve robes puddle, his bargains fail,
for power he swapped salvation, enslaved
himself to Death, but he can still be saved.
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Based on a scene in a short story I’m working on, which takes place during the Curse Breaker Saga.