NecromancerA Poem by revenant21Life or Death I the palm of ones hand He speaks To the Earth Which speaks Not to him His hand Clenches the soil He can call Them Alive? Or dead? His mouth comes Ever so close To the squirming soil He gives one command The earth begins to shift Gravestones fall They are His minions now As they rise From their Supposed "Eternal" Sleep Necro Is no longer dead They are alive And His to control Necromancer
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