Fabled Zothique's hated necromancers
Can readily secure knowledge they seek,
Flesh of the corpses provide the answers
In charnel house dramas, not for the meek.
Deeply feared mages will soon spell the doom
For all who inhabit this once great land,
The realm a bride and Death her groom,
No willing soul to wrest her from its hand.
Through untold ages of chaos and strife
This strange, mad world has tottered on the brink,
With hateful perversions the world is rife,
Into oblivion it soon will sink.
Let us lament the passing of an age,
As the final player exits the stage.