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
The necromancer danced on her grave. The ground shook with every step the witch took, rumbling the ground beneath and making the corpse she had planted cling to the cool dirt for dear death. And then, the dirt began to give.
Sunlight burned on the girl’s blue skin, turning it a ghastly shade of porcelain like Wednesday Addams. She rolled over in her grave, and closed her eyes, refusing the inevitable fate of the undead. But her wings started flapping, and she rose up, the witches hand clawing into her back and dragging her back to life. And as the screeching of the megalomaniac forced her wide eyes open and the dried ancient blood away, she wished she were dead.
i'd appreciate criticism- i really want to improve my poetry game. if you can guess what this is about, i'd love to hear it.
A palace built with brittle bones; so easily fractured. Yet in time souls will walk upon the ash under Pluto's careful watch. Death will rise from its slumber and surrender to the will of the living no more.
A vault of riven dreams will open and from within the cry of corpses will be heard.
born from a love of fantasy, i thought about what would happen if a necromancer could no longer control the dead he has summoned.