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| Website: A Most Unholy Feeling |
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| On
Monday, June 22, 2009
Daedra
wrote : |
One night while hunting a strange feeling overcame me...
My cloak as black as midnight
And locks of deep crimson red
Quite a cleric of the light
To release the undead
My power was measured
And my will was weighed
The mana I treasured
The spells I made
I threw my hand
So the power it lashed
And I cast to the land
The undead, brutal and bashed
The power it coursed
Right through my veins
In my heart it forced
I pulled on the reigns
To leash my craving
so unholy and rare
the power, it was raving
I began to scare
I wrapped my arms
Straight across my chest
And held to my charms
To keep sanity was best
My lips set in a grim smile
My eyes twinkled brilliantly
And for that little while
The Rogue, he looted diligently
He turned to her and smiled with glee
"These skulls shall fetch.."
He paused to see
In the light he sure did catch
What one would never expect
A glimmer of grim delight
An image he thought incorrect
"Surely" he thought" this is not right"
The Cemetary was cleared
And all the undead laid to rest
Back to town they steered
To sleep tonight was best
As cleric I did ponder a bit
While striding my way to town
In my room, only a candle was lit
As I laid my head down
I blew the flame out
And soon began to dream
Trying to figure it out
My soul began to scream
No rest for this unholy cleric tonight
Something inside truely is not right..
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