“Darling, Necromancer” Kayley Thompson

Clad in armor and black,

She swept in close and kissed the dead.

Necromancer, oh Necromancer,

You boldly take the path less tread,

Despite what you’ve bled

Or the horrors that you’ve fled.

My dearest friend come back to me,

Oh, Necromancer, take me instead.

Posted on May 6, 2016, in Poetry Spring 2016 and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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