Sing the words of spoken prose,
Darker than blackest, deepest rose;
Hear the call of shadows, entwine--
--know the secrets though dark, divine;
Tusan calls upon the powers,
To bring forth fonts of magic showers;
Mana flowing freely through,
Careful paws that weave until;
Through the spellwork, through blood's rain--
The Necromancer heals your pain.
-Onion 2026
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