All my substance
Pull a leave, from
My carcass bones
Resembling, no
Skeleton human, nor
Its animal form
Do thee relish
The flesh, from
My strong and
Calcified bones, and
Savour thy victory
In speechless bony fold
Devoid of any character
I fight for the night
May be sometime
In dungeon call
Someone will imprison
Thy soul
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