The NecromancerA Poem by Cylis Derrens
The Necromancer
Eyes of gray
Cold as stone
Walking the shadowy streets the
Necromancer feels home
His power searching
Into an alley he strays
Vampires appear to take his life
But they are in for a surprise
He feels them coming
From him not one of them can hide
Like a chilling wind his power
reaches out
Only too late do they realize
their peril
To some he says die
And they fall
To others he says freeze
And they can’t move at all
His power is over the dead
and undead
All feel his call
Leaving frozen statues behind
along with ash, he goes back to his to
his search
He’s running out of time
At the end of the alley he finds
the doorway he seeks, and steps inside
© 2008 Cylis DerrensAuthor's Note
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