Poems...

Not mine, but it fits the theme, and it's a really cool piece. The author is Gorshok (you guessed it, the one from КиШ):

I know the secret of the magical egg
In the cold, dark tomb of the dead
It lies on the stone floor in the corner,
A living dead man silently guards it.
He is a terrible spirit and does not like guests,
He sits on a pile of human bones
In the darkness, he occasionally hiccups because
He eats worms that fall out of him.
The egg is about the size of a fist,
But it contains the power of hellish life:
As long as it is destined to lie in the tomb -
Corpses will come to life within a mile.
Under no circumstances should the egg be broken!
Alas, the consequences could be bad!
I will not be able to stop the raging people -
They will all want to kill each other.
A terrible darkness of recklessness will cover their minds,
And from now on, everyone will be an enemy to everyone.
And if a warrior were lucky enough to win a battle against the dead,
Then I would find a place to hide this evil.
I am not allowed to take a wrong step,
I have a responsibility, because I am a GREAT MAGE