The Chaotic Necro-Bard’s Ballad

Hey, gather 'round, I’ve got a tale,

Of a Bard who dared to flip the scale,

Strings and spells, a chaotic blend,

Dark humor in a jester’s send.

Started with a lute, singing sweet tunes,

Spreading joy under the golden moons,

But secrets whispered through the tavern’s gloom,

A shadow lurked behind the boisterous room.

One spell, a whisper in the night,

From bard to necro, it felt just right,

Jokes that rise from the grave's deep core,

Laughing at death, then asking for more.

Chaotic chant, a melody of bones,

A dancing skeleton in the moonlit zones,

Dark comic humor, chaos unseen,

A necromancer bard, quite the unforeseen.

Ghouls and goblins, they start to dance,

To tunes that make the undead prance,

Casting jokes from a resurrected hand,

A humorous death in a chaotic band.

Laughing with the grim and the weird,

Dark humor’s the magic I hold dear,

From serenades to spells with a smack,

Who knew death could be so whack?

Chaotic chant, a melody of bones,

A dancing skeleton in the moonlit zones,

Dark comic humor, chaos unseen,

A necromancer bard, quite the unforeseen.

Whispered jokes in a cryptic tongue,

Bones and laughter, chaos sprung,

From bard’s sweet song to necromancer’s grip,

Turning the graveyard into a comic trip.

So if you hear a lute and a cackle, beware,

Dark humor in the midnight air,

A bard’s strange path, both grim and grand,

The funniest necromancer in the land!