Inquisitor

Last night I had a very odd dream
Very odd dream, indeed
Using my spells to cut through the undead
And successfully, as it seemed
Count to the sixth vertebra on the back
Or you won't make a very good stalker attack
Protect the top floor from the enemies
And keep all the rest unaware
You're an inquisitor now
Along with the inspectors
And your finger is a wand
Am I not right?
And you only work your shifts at night
And no worries, that suitcase
Was just your sister's,
So no one has stolen yours!
First night's the worst night,
Look after the ward
And send all of the others down the stairs
Or make up a spell that goes BAN!
But that doesn't work
You should stick to inquisitor guidelines.
Low ceiling kitchen but not low enough
You can pass, just not as easily
As the cooks
You're no rookie
Most people don't live through the first shift
Why you'd want this career, well
Beats me!
But at least we got rid of the enemy.