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'''The Dread Monarch's Midday Mandate''' The summer sun was bright and clear, I set my picnic basket here. The grass was green, the breeze was sweet, A perfect spot to have a treat. But then the midday light grew dim, The forest borders turned to grim. The temperature began to freeze, As shadow twisted through the trees. The Necromancer Queen..."

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'''The Dread Monarch's Midday Mandate'''
<poem>
The summer sun was bright and clear,
I set my picnic basket here.
The grass was green, the breeze was sweet,
A perfect spot to have a treat.

But then the midday light grew dim,
The forest borders turned to grim.
The temperature began to freeze,
As shadow twisted through the trees.

The Necromancer Queen stepped through,
In midnight robes of ghostly hue.
She bore a cold, patrician air,
Aloof and fiercely standing there.

An eerie, deathly pale elite,
So elegant, yet so petite.
She moved with dark, majestic grace,
No flaw upon her pristine face.

She scrunched her nose in pure disdain,
As cold as winter-fallen rain,
And stared at me with icy glare,
A chilling silence in the air.

She reached into my basket space,
With no expression on her face,
And took a cupcake topped with cream
A jarring break from her dark theme!

"This buttercream is quite divine,"
She cooed, and poured some elder wine.
The sovereign of the dead and gone
Just wanted snacks upon the lawn!

</poem>

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