Necromancer


The soft sounds of the rain,
The wind blowing,
The clouds of silver and gray.

Believing you are not there,
Believing I shall never be myself again,
I Walk with death riding my shoulders,
And dance the dance of death and life,
I am nothing you would know or accept,
You would call me a freak,
You would be cruel and hurtful to me,
You would kill the things i love,
I am me,
No one else shall i ever be.


I am called the Grim Reaper by some,
But a Necromancer by others.

I live with the dead and see the cruel things
that have been done to souls,
I am the cold and strange,
And make people full of fear,
My name is something that only you the reader will know.

My Name is Alithas Killos,
But please do not tell anyone else.

Be Lucky that you will never know the things i do.