The Lore of Necromancer Asmodeus of the Sea

Every legend has its commonplace:

the whiskey before battle. Deep I drank

and checked the telescopes for faintest trace

of mighty kraken. The last ships it sank

were full of warning ghosts. They called my name -

Asmodeus - and roused me from my sleep.

Even heroes suffer fright and shame.

One moment, all the stillness of the deep,

the next, the sounding of every alarm.

So quickly I incanted, raised my staff,

ship's breaking ribs wrapped in a mighty arm,

and blasted - and my soul was ripped in half.

Sat in my namesake surf, I grimace wide:

so many things to do! But, still, I died.

Entered by: 0x9d8c…06bA and preserved on chain (see transaction)