You left me cold and lonely here, arrayed
’mid skeletons, their rusted crowns replete
with diadems and mud-caked gems, obeyed
no more, their mighty power stilled and stayed.
You thought I joined their ranks, in weakness slain.
You thought you stopped this boiling, crackling rage.
You thought your spells would save you from the pain.
I’m smiling now, no longer in your cage.
The hunt begins. I’ll find you soon again,
and when I do, you’ll envy each dead lord
whose bones and flesh are free at last, for then
Your soul will be entombed inside this sword.