Necromantic Apocalypse

An old piece that I wrote at work. Take what you will from it...

Sent from Kingdom to slay the living, spread the war.

Apocalypse, only murder�"not one could flee.

 

Lifeless; no remorse; destruction spread shore to shore.

Howls�"screams filled the night, fearful sounds, of banshee.

 

Lay down my staff while the demons danced with the dead.

I realized there would never be sorrow or guilt.

 

Foreboding fate 'tis tied to never ending dread.

And bodies lay skewered through, from blade to hilt.

 

War is an evil thing, and never will I rest.

On a red steed, sword held high, I come for you all.

 

Enclouded sun and a crimson moon, never-ending quest.

Slay the living, wake the dead, you I will enthrall.

 

A necromancers job,

Is never complete.

 

War will ride,

Forever repeat.

Author's Note

I am not looking for any specific sort of critiques, just interested in your thoughts, good or bad.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Until I find his philter...he will taste my wrath...they do have a weakness...those evil creatures cheat death themselves...I wanted to see more of a plot in the lines...but an E for effort...