Needless Things: Deathly Cursed Artifact

Forged in whispers, sealed in bone, A relic carved from death alone, Its surface hums with ancient wrath, A haunted key, a blighted path.

The iron sighs, the shadows moan, Each touch becomes a curse you own, Its hunger waits, it will not rest, It feasts upon the bearer’s chest.

A gilded jewel, a rusted knife, It drinks the marrow, drains the life, A hollow promise, black and vast, It binds the present to the past.

No priest can cleanse, no flame can burn, No hand can wield, no soul return, Who dares to claim, will not come back, The Deathly Cursed Artifact.