The wizard
Posted: 28 May 2018, 02:30
Bewitched by the fragrance of rotting flesh, he walked towards the meadow of dead!
He laughed over the huddled corpses
And the laughter echoed as a whisper.
Spirits bolted past him and mourn in agony.
As he swish his wand, there collided the land of dead and alive.
Finally when the dust settled, he stood there guessing
Who was alive and who was dead!
...shim....
He laughed over the huddled corpses
And the laughter echoed as a whisper.
Spirits bolted past him and mourn in agony.
As he swish his wand, there collided the land of dead and alive.
Finally when the dust settled, he stood there guessing
Who was alive and who was dead!
...shim....