Necromancer Of Outcasts

A little piece about a friend.

Pupils dilated with the

Adrenaline

Screams scrape against

Each submerged 

Shriek

Roaring; the

Congregation of such

United

Militants

Fists thrown

Through oxygen

Knifes composed of such

Fighting 

Light

Punches through the

Darkness of

The 

Assembly

Grasping tightly

To 

Each

And 

Every

Foreign 

Body;

Disrupted

Eruption of

Harmony

The strings of the

Bass

Steel in 

Composure

Shake the very

Foundation

Of

The 

Psyche

Riveting through the

Veins of the 

Followers

He is their master; the

Piper of vermin

Author's Note

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Relic]

It's funny but from your picture (If that's really you) you don't look anything like what you write about. LOL This seems like a night at a concert to me, but of course it's more than that. You bring out the soul, the power, and the riotous nature and temperament of an entity whose influence can be felt through the veins of all who listen to his sermons of 'vermin.' It's not Marilyn is it?

[Hannah Kolar]

Haha I suppose you're right. Yes, that actually is me, though of course this is the internet, believe what you will. I really really appreciate the review, thank you so much! I wrote this poem based on my friend who is a bassist and loves his music, though I did have that sort of Manson inspired feel while writing this.

[Relic]

I knew it! haha You're welcome Hannah.