A collection of 206 poems, one for every bone in the body.

Comments welcomed! :)

He Who Dies By The Blade, Verily Shall Live In Chains

A phantom of vengeance, a ghost of war, such titles would be befitting to Letifer Mourse.  Denied peace in death, Letifer is damned to walk the living plane, until vengeance is wrought unto those who defiled him, and although he seeks no such thing, it seems his vengeance may very well seek him.  In the wake of a dastardly necrotic plague, the fanatical designs of a maddened zealot, and a war of the undead nearly a century in the making, Letifer finds himself condemned not only to endure the land of the living, but to face the undead that would stain it...

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

You look up. And there is no sky only blood.

You look down. And there is no ground only bone.

A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.

Inspired by the music of Peter Gundry - Waltz of the Bone King. Short story. Enjoy! ^.^