اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The rocks of the valley were cruel
But the soldiers made no complaint
Indeed, few of them had lips to frame a protest
The wizard's troops were beyond pain or fear of death
They were already dead!
Necromancer
From his zombie-borne palaquin
The wizard glowered at the rock-stream wilderness around him
His inner eye saw farther
Nothing lived in that desert - but something moved
A small group of shadowy forms, little more than grave-dust in the shape of a man
Wraiths! - but not his!
Necromancer
He wondered who his rival was!
Only another necromancer would control a wraith-
Or know the miasma and cover its treasure
Necromancer
