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Necromancer Poems - Poems about Necromancer


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)...

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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...

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Categories: necromancer, mystery, mythology,
Form: Elegy



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...

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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...

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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...

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




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