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Deceased and decaying, the life in me is fleeing
But alas, my heart is still beating
My body, dismantled and destroyed
My life is now null and void
Ascend towards the heavens I must
With humans I no longer feel trust
The night of the Necromancer
Is a dark and wicked one
I shut my eyes, awaiting death's embrace
A dark figure appears, he pulls me from my case
The world around me begins to break
I wonder, was my life a mistake
Spells and enchantments he places on me
Now I'm his. I'll never be free
- by WobbleJWeebles |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/21/2009 |
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- Title: The Necromancer
- Artist: WobbleJWeebles
- Description: A short little poem I made about a Necromancer. Well actually, not so much about the necromancer, more of the person he raises from the dead. Enjoy
- Date: 12/21/2009
- Tags: necromancer
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- Xx DJVante xX - 12/21/2009
- Great job. I like that it's from the point of view of the summoned spirit. It shows the feelings of the soul that will never rest in peace becase of the Necromancer's evil. 5/5
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