Beyond the Grave
by Ted L Glines
There be those
who raise the dead
to fight dread wars
beyond your ken
necromancer
Blood
if blood there be
runs cold
you forge ahead
five skeletons with axes
four magi skeletons throwing magick
and one golem plodding killing
golem raised from the very earth
which abhors evil
commando-mancer
Mortal men
born to die
live in haste
sometimes strong
and those we choose
skeletons with axes
soldiers
Mortal men
born to die
live in haste
sometimes knightly strong
and those we choose
a mage who throws magick
leaders
Raised from the very earth
golem made of clay
plodding forward
always forward
smiting evil
care-givers
There be those
who ask but do not give
demand but offer nothing
and Jesus does not love them
and they have no place
in our army
Hell be full
with those whose faith
was a demand
Meet the Recruiter
when you have died
and know your worth.
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