love love dove the dove fell far love love dove burned to a char
craven craven raven again rose a star craven craven raven picked at your scar
vain vain crane full of empty words vain vain crane of the foolish birds
wail wail quail a dying creed well well quail a time to bleed
a time that ends the pain of past a wound that mends has been passed
i cannot lie the pain i felt with our goodbye oh i could melt
i'm truly sorry about the necromancer the love which you gave to the poor romancer
were you brought back from the dead? if so, then please live and not dread
look on and not dread the memories that your mind must tread
got the lucky opportunity to read some poems i'd never seen by you sorry i read them i hope that the necromancy worked. maybe you can consider the necromancer the person who just helped you rise up and move forward... i felt like writing a ****** poem what can i say