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Dancing amid the graves, this crazy mystic sings!
Magic god forged by mystery
will strip you down to your bare bones,
consume your flesh to heal your woes
and wash it down with skull cap broken
filled with rum libations, a token.
One gaze is all it takes,
his infectious smile will pull you in.
An enchanted presence otherworldly
Bold and cunning is this Master of the Dead.
Original poem authored by
@blanca237