Long Necromancers Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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“Unicorns are Us” 

You can only imagine
the furore 
when magick
hit the score
the Party, not impressed,
was not for witches
too big for their
britches on brooms,
said all the high-brow
cultural dignitories
and low-strung 
toad hall politicians
pacing around the room;
so all...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf...

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i need to stop frowning and epitomizing
and sell this Caddy to the Cardinal
trying to let it miss your attention won't fly
since writing is speech even if somewhat removed
or fit only for bouncy news anchor banter
pancake...

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The time is coming
the dead will soon rise
and devour your family
before you own eyes.

The forgotten wizard
tired of a life in caves
made a dark pact for
the power he craves.

Zombie and vampires from their grave.
A lone warrior...

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An animalistic painting in a cave can be considered as magnificent as a fortified wine kneeling in a chapel. Chapels cheer chariots. Charging. And the baked shrapnel recedes from many a bridge. Sing then you...

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my dancer in the flames you think your gone but your memories i retain. Lingering in my finger tips your sweet soul is still ever kissed awake and ok. Safe and Ok. I would still...

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Well, well"aint seen nothin like me"?
No one is shocked a person of darker pigment can pass a football or do anything they set out to dream with heart in hard work. I think you better...

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Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
    my mind implodes in Malimar
        where Naiads bathe in caviar -
         ...

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DARK ALLIANCE

The alchemists of old sought transformation into gold
But today in an alliance with some modern necromancers
They have gained their fondest wish, created riches now untold
Since for every bane that’s real or hollow now they...

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Happy Halloween

Ghosts
Ghouls
Goblins
Spirits
Wines
Pumpkins and their spices
Jackolaterns and their flickering candles lights
Scarecrows
Spiders and their webs
Skulls
Bats
Rats
Black Cats
Crows
Skeletons
Undead
Witches their spells and witchcraft
Warlocks their spells and witchcraft
Necromancers dead-talking
Divinations
Ancestors
Rituals
Rites
Vampires
Werewolves
Mummies
Shapeshifters
Gargoyles
Bogeymen
Monsters
Creatures
Creepy Crawlers
Grim Reapers
Devils
Cemeteries
Tombstones
Crosses
pentagrams
pentacles
tricks or treats
truths or dares
haunted houses
haunted hayrides
Netherworlds
Paranormal
Macabre
Weird
Ghastly
Gorey
Creepy
Cute
Nerdy
Sexy
costumes
Food
Harvest
Candy
Festivities
Beautiful Decay of Nature
Full Moons
Thinnest...

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Ignorance watching from the tallest tower
Observing all the lands as they grow in power
The people staring up grow weaker every hour
As short sighted selfishness prays it’s not devoured

Reverence and promises will make them follow
They’ll worship...

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 The Riders of the Grey Smoke
In a dark dream

Lost in the Midnight Garden
I looked for you

Within its semi-darkness

I walked through the softly blowing winds 
Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue

And called out...

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Cockroaches backstroke lazily 
in pools of condensed milk.
Stacked newspapers pile up,
yellowing ingrained tabloids.

Her bed has a curved spine,
her couch is a witchery shaped coven,
a semaphore center for twitching tails.

At her whirling core, she is mad,
the...

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Throwing fireballs from broken fists,
Destroying all who feed the mist.

The necromancers raise the dead,
as guilds of pyros burn them red.

breathe in deep, the dragons breath,
it tastes so sweet, hold in the scent.

Let the high control...

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at night, I think, it's really worse 
coldly still and quiet dark 
stubborn muses, rusted curse 
careless drops on vellum stark 

a captured fleeting moment 
life gets balanced on a pen 
turgid rhymes and syntax...

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