What separates a cleric and a necromancer
When love cannot be resurrected, the holy prayers they have surrendered
Not malice, not corruption, not the thirst for power,
But love that finds no home among the living,
A heart that cannot bear its loneliest hour.
The thinnest line between salvation and damnation
That transform a healer to a harbinger
Is not a chasm wide or mountain tall,
But simply when hope is lost and unanswered call
Now the unwavering faith became dying embers, it began to fall.
One used to heal what never can be mended,
Now seeks to raise what never should return.
A cleric's prayer that once restore broken flesh has ended
Transforms the healing hands to those that harm and burn.
What use is power that cannot reclaim
The only treasure worth the having here as I wait forever in vain?
How cruel that necromancy grants me legions,
An army of the fallen at my call,
While you alone remain in death's cold regions,
The only resurrection that would matter at all.
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May 28, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
What separates a cleric and a necromancer
When love cannot be resurrected, the holy prayers they have surrendered
Not malice, not corruption, not the thirst for power,
But love that finds no home among the living,
A heart that cannot bear its loneliest hour.
The thinnest line between salvation and damnation
That transform a healer to a harbinger
Is not a chasm wide or mountain tall,
But simply when hope is lost and unanswered call
Now the unwavering faith became dying embers, it began to fall.
One used to heal what never can be mended,
Now seeks to raise what never should return.
A cleric's prayer that once restore broken flesh has ended
Transforms the healing hands to those that harm and burn.
What use is power that cannot reclaim
The only treasure worth the having here as I wait forever in vain?
How cruel that necromancy grants me legions,
An army of the fallen at my call,
While you alone remain in death's cold regions,
The only resurrection that would matter at all.
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