The Call of the Damned

I sit in my room,
Pen scribbling away,
As I finish one poem,
And start on the next.
I look up in thought,
And feel the Call,
Putting the pen down,
I Rub the scars,
Then grab my coat.
I wander the streets,
A ghost of a different league,
Among a city of mortals.
I pass one gate,
Into the school,
Pass a door,
Into a shop.
I don’t care for either,
They’re not my goal.
But I stop at one gate,
The old cemetery.
I wander in,
Looking at the old, crumbled,
Tombstones,
From years gone by.
I come to stop,
Before the largest in the field,
I Grin and kneel,
And pay my respects.
And though I be mortal,
And not gifted wit the Sight,
I can still see the ghosts,
Closing in.
They encircle me,
Reach out and touch me,
And because I will it,
None make contact.
I’m not here for them,
I’m here for him,
The oldest of them all,
The one whose body,
Lay beneath me.
I smirk as he approaches,
And the others back off,
He is my Lord,
He holds my soul.
He is my teacher,
In the ways of Necromancy.

My soul’s in his hands,

I gave it willingly,

I have no need,

For such a weak little thing.

I am told to rise,

And get out my gear,

So I do,

And pull out a small bag.

I’m told what to do,

So I do it,

I kneel in the dirt,

And pour sand out of the bag.

I draw a star,

With a circle around it,

Then five more around that,

All joined together.

I look up at My Lord,

He smiles and nods;

I look down at my work,

And recite the spell.

The earth cracks open,

A glows comes forth,

The light is blinding,

But I don’t look away.

From out of the light,

A man steps forth,

He is My Lord,

Back from the dead.

I smile and bow,

Showing my respect,

He thanks me first,

Then draws his sword,

I kneel in the dirt,

Awaiting my reward,

He taps my shoulder,

With the blade of the sword.

My blood flows freely,

I pay it no heed,

He taps the other shoulder,

Which begins to bleed,

I’m told to stand,

So I do,

He hands me the sword,

My reward is given.

I smile and bow,

As he fades away,

Shadow-Blade is mine.

The demons shall fall…

By Alex.S.

Good day reader, hopefully not too many of you have run away screaming in terror at this poem. There will be a sequal because this ones a story. I hope you enjoyed it, I kinda did. I should have the sequal out soon, but only if I get the reviews. Tell me what you thought, I know it’s wyrd, most of my poems are remember, that’s why you read them.

I await your reviews. Live long and prosper, I wont…