The Necromancer's Call Poem by Damen Kern

Before war is always the silence.
Men and boys facing their fates,
as they try to cheat death of his plans.

The two armies come to their final hour,
as flesh and metal clash at once.
Blood stained the skies by death's falling day,
the gods looked over the limpless corpses that once were alive.

Their eye's filled with horror and pain.
But only one stood amongest the dead as it's arm's slowly raised from it's sides.
The soul less husks rose blood stained,
Once again the Army is ready for War