My eyes turn black,
My mouth grows slack,
I raise my hands up high.
My ears do ring,
Up! My hands fling!
My hair begins to fly.
My lips turn up,
My palms both cup,
An orb of light appears.
My muscles tremble,
Ghouls, I resemble,
My face it streams with tears.
My mouth spews sounds,
Then shakes the grounds,
My body reaches out.
My shoulders slump,
My hair, one clump,
I faint with one loud shout.
An army lies,
An army flies,
The dead I have amassed.
My army lies,
My army flies,
I've worked my magick fast.
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