Her bag of bones

A bag of bones carried by the necromancer,
The burnt remains of the lord’s favorite dancer,
Beautiful and learned, she didn’t have to die,
Now the whole court cries.

Killed in her last dance,
One mistake and doesn’t get another chance,
The swing of her sword a little to slow,
The mancer went a little low,
Slips, slides and put an end to the show.

Burnt by wildfire, she is now only broken bones,
The necromancer takes her home in the bag of bones.

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