They said 'don't dabble in dark magics',
But what's the fun without?
The normal type, the happy type,
Is a whisper to a shout.
Instead I break the rules by day,
My skin is veined with black,
I've started up on necromancy,
I know I'll never look back.
Rules are there to be broken,
I live on the dangerous side,
Not to dabble with dark magic,
Is one law I cannot abide.
And so I'm somewhat an outcast,
In my witching community,
They look upon my 'evilness',
As a form of lunacy.
Oh, no, I'm not quite crazy,
I just happen to break the rules,
It's given me power, I use by the hour,
In a battle MY magic wins duels.
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