Twenty Lichs broken in body and soul
were brought to gather in a blinding fold
the Lich king watched it all with praise
as his master piece was made
as shadows twisted and liches screamed
the evil king laughed with raging glee
light exploded at long last
and upon the alter sat a green crystal cast
the lichs twenty were brought to one
to form the Green Vile a lasting stone
sentient thought flowed from its form
creeping around the room black and torn
the Lich king rose in its black mass
and walked up to the green glass
he grabbed it with a decaying hand
and felt the pulse rip across his planes
the Green vile spoke its thoughts
with out want or mental art
and the king for once in his endless life
feared he was torn apart
it rushed his mind and his endless from
take all his knowledge and stores
and with it, it built a understand of old
it was the Green Vile an evil sentient stone....
