Beautiful Handmaid

Handmaidens of old

Hearts forever cold

Trained from birth till death

The headmistress and her school kids

The necromancer and her hubby

When an idea is born

Be sure to vet it, child

Because one’s it’s out there

All that remain

Is to wait in fear

For the day your karma draws near

And you sit there or stand

The headmistress knows this

Though the necromancer doesn’t

And the fragments, shimmer in silence

As they watch her, incur their wrath.

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