Merchant of Bones

Yo

The bold rogue runnin' from a murderous redcap

A viscera seer nearby i need to dead that

With the tap of mana clean daggers to the head rat

That fast to stab the pad immaculate lad from the west cat

Blessin' this track with curses like my eternal thirst for verses

The worst is when the pen closes in like curtains

So this version merks it

The merchant of bones here to lurk on the throme and dome jerks with the dirk For Certain

No longer searching for peace yo found it with an enchantress

The rogue still earthly tho ducking dodging lances

For practice - fictional fantasy forms the atlas