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Necromancer (The Haunting Continues...)

In the cemetery I walk, so dark it is this night. Hoping that the Ghouls won't start to bite. I feel the tug of the dead, as each grave I pass. Thankful this nervous tension won't last. Armed with my Animation supplies, I stare out at all the green glowing eyes. A chicken for my blood sacrifice, Raising the dead, there's always a price. The salt keeps the dead inside. Using the machete our magic, we'll ride. Salt is for everybody's protection. Cold steal seals out any deception. To prime the earth so the dead will rise, cast the blood and create our ties. Focus my energy and the ground starts to shake. Winds whip through the area and the on-lookers quake. I command all that is at least 3 days dead. Just enough time for the soul to move ahead. Born with this power as a Necromancer, When I will my power all the dead have to answer. I look to Sandra Hudson, who hired me, to raise the dead and hear their screams. I call Illyanna De La Keur from her deep, dark grave. Her words are scary so be very, very brave. For John Loving III's "Haunted Poets Society"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 10/24/2016 7:21:00 PM
Very stylish macabre writing, Aleera. A good scary poem. Love and peace to you.
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Date: 5/14/2016 10:12:00 AM
I liked the it was carried over in the middle lines Aleera .. full 7 from me.....
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Date: 7/30/2009 12:16:00 PM
a very scary and knowledgeable write. I absolutely love this poem and for once i want to add this to my favs...i hope you keep writing because i'm now a personal fan....Love Faire
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Date: 7/24/2009 4:50:00 PM
remind me to stay away from your entire family. yall crazy! jhl
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Date: 7/24/2009 1:25:00 PM
I answered your spooky call, a story where horrors fall. I know you will shake in your boots, and hairs stand from the roots. So come on and jump out of your skin, in my macabre and frightful den! LOVE ILLY
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Date: 7/24/2009 10:49:00 AM
Ooooooo good one. from a necromancer, great imagination. or do you speek from experience. i see you have an apprentice good luck to her. and thank you for accepting the chalenge. and we arnt as sophisticated enough to be the Haunted poets society. we are just writers of "Spooky Tales"
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Date: 7/23/2009 9:06:00 PM
Who I like and as you know i have an idea*smiles*
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Date: 7/23/2009 7:29:00 PM
Woww!!! Hey, this game is so much fun and you are now a justifiably honored member of the "Haunted Poets Society." The idea of a "necromancer" is very intriguing and the poem is written in a suspenseful manner. Great work! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 7/23/2009 6:48:00 PM
scary stuff , keep up the good work ... thank you for your comment :)
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Date: 7/23/2009 6:15:00 PM
Well Done! You've made me proud!:))-AA
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