My only friends were skeletons

And zombies kept me company

My father was most feared, revered

The evil Lich in the country.

He held me when I was a child

He never laughed or even smiled

He taught me as he was and mild

He raised me well and called me Wylde.

And when I come to town alone

They greet me with a wave of scorn

They scream then, and call me a witch

Just because I was raised by a Lich.