Jan 2014
Night after night, in the small hours
I am still awake
I remember and I write, 'til my dark power
rises, intoxicating
I seek you out, for once it's not in vain
and you are here
Beyond a doubt, I know I am insane
so I reach for you
My lips part, my tongue becomes a dancer
in harmony with yours
Behold my art - I am a necromancer
and you are here
I am still awake
I remember and I write, 'til my dark power
rises, intoxicating
I seek you out, for once it's not in vain
and you are here
Beyond a doubt, I know I am insane
so I reach for you
My lips part, my tongue becomes a dancer
in harmony with yours
Behold my art - I am a necromancer
and you are here
For whatever reason, there are two versions of this poem. This one is the one possessed of somewhat more structure. The other can be found here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/necromancer/
