The Necromancer

The power of many that runs in her bones,

A life if misery and violent storms.

A whisper that spreads throughout the land,

Carrying wishes of death to mortal man.

She rides a horse of the Greek God's tears,

A fierce dangerous cry across the years.

The sword of the wicked is her loyal advisor,

Lord of the Underworld is her lover and guider.

The sun would go black under her stare,

The moon would cripple out of deadly fear.

No light shall be seen behind the darkened cloud,

The necromancer's presence is the doom of this world.