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Frozen grounds

The hard frozen ground,
Spelled over to keep those hungry for power in chains,
Though not all only weep and gnash,
or are repentant during the winters alignment,
And the time of the opening is whispered, and carried upon the evening breeze
He has caught ear, and mention of it
And feels love for it
The bone conjurer rises
To create the long dark of it
Before sufficient sunlight washes away the night time sky through it
In many ways, he brings salvation
For the evil dead, and those left… Misunderstood,
The long lost lonely minions burnt away in outer darkness;
Lights flicker on and off, from the tomes of his science and faith,
In the long written down necromantic writings of his long lost studied religion,
To them, he is their savior, God and a warrior poet
A hope of deliverance,
Writing and reciting archaic words upon the blowing winds
That now howl from within the bones of his face,
Who else knows words to bring night time storms asunder,
And recant previous life’s missions of stolen belief and works,
All conjurer asks,
Is simply to be mine
To devour and be left sublime
And imbued with some of the demons fireball to course through you
What say you…
Do you accept the price of freedom laid before thee
A long lost change to live again
Better off than thou was before
Ye was left buried in hard frozen ground,
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Written by deadwolf
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