Death Of A KingA Poem by The Iron HorsemanJust a little macabre humor...'The King is dead. Long live the King!' The necromancer closed up his poisoned ring. He lifted up his staff, then he began to sing, The magic words that would resurrect The Thing.
The stinking corpse started to twitch, The incantation was going without a hitch, The Latin words were a bit of a b***h, But the intonation was right, the perfect pitch.
The king would be more malleable now, He wouldn't ask why, he wouldn't ask how, So long as his subjects continued to bow, And the necromancer pretended to kowtow.
The undead king started to rise, Clutched his crown and opened his eyes. His piercing scream echoed to the skies, As his immortal fate was fully realized.
He staggered over to the necromancer, Said 'I always knew you were a slippery chancer, And that you fancied the queen, and tried to entrance her, By telling her that you were a real good dancer.'
'But your dancing days are done, ex-friend, This is where you meet your end. My undead mind you cannot bend. You sealed your fate with that poisoned hen.'
Then the zombie king used might and main, To bludgeon the necromancer again and again, Until the necro collapsed, screaming in pain, And the undead king made a meal of his brain.
The necromancer got his just desserts, While the undead king developed a taste for desserts!
© 2018 The Iron Horseman© 2019 The Iron HorsemanAuthor's Note
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