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Necromancer Poems

Feel The Magic Of The Necromancer

Watch the magician place magic in her hat 
feel the incantation as she,  
in stealth-like fashion 
                                 feasts one eye on you....

Categories: necromancer, magic,
Form: Free verse

Silent Mist

(fresh ink for my friend leanne)

Silent mist
within the night
what is this
sorrow
what is this
sight?

Ancient ruler
creeping
seeping into
the trees
slowly spreading
foul disease.

I am the
dreaded necromancer
of a
woeful gloom
creator and catalyst
of a
heinous doom.

Pewter powder
hellish gore
my poison
decimates
the forest floor.

I bring my shadows
from the deep
to imprison all
within my keep
to suffer
an eternal
insufferable sleep.


(click on the picture for Angst & Anger)

Categories: necromancer, evil, fear,
Form: Rhyme

Necromancer

I appear with the unbegotten 
 In the hollows of the seen 
 A shadow of the soon forgotten 
 I enter through the dream

 Inhabiting the void 
 In the source of germ and seed 
 I bring forth the undestroyed 
 As time and space recede 

 In nightmares where the banished dwell

Categories: necromancer, mystery, mythology,
Form: Elegy

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Necromancer of Love

The Necromancer Of Love



I'm in love with you but when did I fall for you.can someone fall for someone and then for another at the same time? How come love is so lovely yet so terrible I'm hurting because of my conflicts with myself.Tell everyone tell them how I loved you and yet love'd another

Categories: necromancer, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost
Form: Concrete

Raven the Necromancer

Raven stood in the foggy moon illuminated graveyard
searching for that one dirty grey tombstone.
The memories are still painful and hard;
Yet she lives!  But not so alone.

Black crows pass above in the midnight sky,
and Raven becomes an necromancer.
The spirit tells her, "He wasn't ready to die,"
And he would like a few answers.

Painful as it is

Categories: necromancer, angst, death, fantasy
Form: Rhyme

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

Categories: necromancer, death, fantasy, imaginationdark, dark,
Form: Heroic Couplet