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Her Her But hands are slim and tender, fingers soft and frail. eyes glow just like embers, hair white like a gale. lips are red and tasty, white teeth long and sharp. tongue is pink and shifty, face lit by a spark. body's tall and slender, curves so fascinating, muscles tense with grace, joints bent elegantly. smiled into the mirror, teeth glaring just back, eyes sparked with a green glow, she furrowed her brow.

She parted her lips softly, Revealing arcane songs, A green steam came out swiftly, And poured down in wet folds. A light came out the mirror, Marking the looking-glass, Green runes ebbed on the circle, A triangle amiss. Fluorescent green plasma, Snaked, danced, circling her arms, It poured down just like water, Dribbling around her heels. It pooled around her feet, Glowing a freakish light, It reached up to the mirror, Smashing the looking-glass. The Her Her The glow in her eyes faltered, arcane spell astray, voice became dull and hoarse, steam held now at bay.

The plasma seeped through the cracks, It entered the mirror, The image from the looking glass, Became more than a terror. A rigid hand then reached out, Flailing around, in vain, The spirits of the mirror, Endured ordeal and strain. Unto the girl of marble, Shadowed a curse,

Of seven years of darkness, For breaking the Dread's fuse. A skeleton of bonedust, Glared from the looking-glass, The cracks were healed by magic, Sealing the beast back. The girl with eyes of ember, Breathe out a sigh, relief, She managed to summon her First Necro-artist. The arcane voice then faded, Lyrics gone with the wind, The green glow became duller, The plasma was kept at bay. Her lips forming a smile, Glory lighting her eyes, She turned towards the mirror, And winked at it good-bye. THen with a woody rustle, She turned, and gone was she, For she managed to master, The gift of Necromancy.