"A being of no thoughts, a being with no will,

a putrid corpse, yet its body is not still.

For one thing it's soul will burn

It guards its dead king, awaiting his return,

and keeps away those who would destroy his carcass

for as long as it's rotting body will last it."

essentially, undead version of one of my things i posted abt before, i call them dystrophies, probably the only one of these names i'll give out since i don't think a dystrophy is as cringe of a title/name as those for my other works.