I am Bones of the Damned

and yet they flow through me as well

it’s more an idea than an object

but tread carefully, lest you tempt Hell

I am the words in your heart

those deep treasures you hide within

that which can never be false

I summon these and my journey begins

The Bones of the Damned are words

but not just any uttered thing

They are the skeleton to my very soul

to which the body of my life does cling

And these Bones ARE Damned, my friends

for they can only travel through channels

without the poets and clerics of old

many blank pages would fill the old annals

And so the Bones count on us, my friends

to give them life and start their path

so tell their story with your every breath

-or witness the Damned Bones’ wrath