Dance of the Bone Lord

He danced to deeds of the undead,
and the undone,
he danced to cries of the meek
on the ashes of his pyre.

Maggots filled his rotted heart,
and evil flowed his veins,
each step forward was a plague,
each step back was bloodshed.

His bones were brittle and flaked
as they clenched his staff,
and grinding with his movements
he grinned as best he could.