Short Necromancer Poems
Short Necromancer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Necromancer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Necromancer by length and keyword.
The Witch of Endor
Summoned to appear
Ghost of prophet Samuel
She, necromancer
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Categories:
necromancer, faith, history
Form:
Senryu
Twisted Teacher of Sin
Imagine letting a necromancer
give a speech in Trinity college Dublin
it's so sad to see backwards peddling jesters
getting a podium about lowers education standards
under a civilised opinion to address false tongues...
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Categories:
necromancer, abortion, abuse, atheist, child abuse, conflict, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Belina
BELINA
Belina was a lithe ballet dancer
She met a handsome young man Guy Prancer
The ballet stage there was lacquer
The evening of The Nutcracker
Toe cracked she found Guy a necromancer...
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Categories:
necromancer, fun,
Form:
Limerick
One Man Banned
Hear the music,
be the dancer,
never seek the necromancer
swing away to Northern counties
where they have no written bounties
on your head
though you can't clear it
all that's left is sword and spirit.
Don't return until I call you,
something magic may befall you.
Evil seeks to hold your hand,
now you are the one man banned,
until Merlin waves his wand
and brings you home,
you must be gone....
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Categories:
necromancer, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Couplet
The Dancer
By Joseph Christopher Liguori and Robert James Liguori
Don't talk to me,
Just let me be.
I want to be a dancer,
not a necromancer.
You gave me no choice,
why do I have to hear your voice?
Let my legs, hips and arms move,
to music, not your rambling groove.
In life you tried to quash my dream,
I had no option but to push you in that stream.
Please release me from this trance,
so I can finally dance, dance, dance.
Wednesday, October 20, 2021...
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Categories:
necromancer, anxiety,
Form:
Couplet
Fright
I hear the warlocks chanting spells,
And tremble at the sound;
The necromancer starts to spin,
And corpses whirl around.
The naked witches writhe on brooms
As magic potions brew;
Her cackles loud, one blows a kiss,
And tells me, ‘I want you.’
I turn to run, but trip and fall.
Cadavers lick my head;
One worms its tongue into my mouth…
I scream and wake in bed.
I must have fainted with the fright:
A vampire’s in my room tonight.
26th September, for Francine’s Dreams contest...
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Categories:
necromancer, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme