I am a necromancer, the skeletons in your closet work for me.
Fear naught, I'm just the doctor arrived too late,
it's not as if you could escape,
Your secrets, I see them, the dead do tell tales.
Don't lie, for those laying under six feet of dirt have given all the dirt on you.
Regardless, there's no one who can slip my grasp, I'm the woman who can grab you back from Death's own icy hands.
Fear naught, for an army of the dead has little ambition,
they simply seek manumission foryour god.
Those who seek my refuge need to be...adequate, at best.

I am a necromancer, don't hurry, I've got all the time in this world...
and the next.