[Balanor]

From one sweet night in a local tavern to a flash of fire in a glittering cavern.
The dragon disciple falls, in the dark and alone, his corpse falling fast, as cold as stone.
With a start his spirit awakes at last,
Entering the realm of all things passed,
He meets a woman, who offers a blessing and a curse,
Though Karaz devises of a way to avoid this fate most worst...
He chooses undeath, with the intent that if someone learned,
That there may be a way to break the hold the ex-zulkir had yearned...
In that pivotal moment between death and accursed resurrection,
Perhaps someone can apply Karaz's intended deception,
Thus breaking the curse, so he can once more show his worth,
As a living dragon disciple upon the earth...

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The poem now read,
I get you are undead,
So I tell you in a clear voice,
You made your choice,
You made your own bed,
So until you are truly dead,
Lie there in your niche,
You are now Velsharoons bitch...

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*burst into laughter at that last line and made girlfriend wonder what the hell is wrong with me*