NecromancerNecromancerNecromancer8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The soft sounds of the rain,
The wind blowing,
The clouds of silver and gray.
Believing you are not there,
Believing I shall never be myself again,
I Walk with death riding my shoulders,
And dance the dance of death and life,
I am nothing you would know or accept,
You would call me a freak,
You would be cruel and hurtful to me,
You would kill the things i love,
I am me,
No one else shall i ever be.
I am called the Grim Reaper by some,
But a Necromancer by others.
I live with the dead and see the cruel things
that have been done to souls,
I am the cold and strange,
And make people full of fear,
My name is something that only you the reader will know.
My Name is Alithas Killos,
But please do not tell anyone else.
Be Lucky that you will never know the things i do.
NecromancerFollow my sleek fingers to a life you know nothing of.Necromancer5 years ago in Free Verse
A life that extends it's hand to you from underneath
The moving earth.
Forge strength reborn within the passion-burning
Core of my eyes. Relinquish your thirst, re-mend
Your broken rotten skin. Breathe without taking a breath.
I am one with your kind.
Harnessing abilities requiring not the edge of a sword. Only the whimsical,
Deadly depths of a wooden stick enchanted by magical stones. Those very
Gems, shining with life-giving serum. The boding miracle
For I am a necromancer. A true friend of the undead. I can bless
With the fiercest heart, with the most cunning of poises. Drooling
With the high-climbing intentions of dominating the dead.
Become my army, become my children of the dark.
Become my valued servants. Become my strength.