Through Shining Eyes
The necrotic found a tombstone,
Saw it through shining eyes.
Once held body of a human,
Kind who necrotics despise.
…
It knew the living feared it,
Looked upon its kind with dread.
Such was their warring nature,
The living and the dead.
…
And on the grave the creature,
"Leave well enough alone.
For this man's body is my host,
This grave was once my own."