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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl left in the hands of evil as she fights for her life before the judge. The dark stranger swaying the jury to falsly accuse the innocent.

Submitted: November 26, 2011

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Submitted: November 26, 2011



\"Cold and lifeless,stiff and pale,there's no revival without fail.

Care to whisper to this demon? There's no point for for she is dreaming.

You sing a lullaby so sweet,it brings the dead back to their feet.

Are you singing by the grave? What be the deadly path you pave?

Speak you what be on your mind? Or can you even see their kind?!

They know about all your power,the dead collecting by the hour.

I know it too,you cannot hide;nor run away and bide your time.

We just want rest,a peaceful sleep, you're the only one they seek!

Not a single night we have relief! We fear you for your strange belief!

We know that you can raise the dead!\"

...or so the Necromancer said.

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