Skeliton Poetry II

by fragmentedspeech

And so it began as they rose
An immaculate battle
of skeletons and prose
Swords swung and bones a rattle
Magic cast on bone horse and saddle

Terror ensued for thousands of years
The battle was sure not to end
Archers with bows, brutes with spears
From slime each side must fend
Never known when the battle will end