The Necromancer's Lament

Find me where the dark things are.

Find me shrouded in Shadows,

Breathing in Fog, Seeing by Starlight.

Flames dance at my fingertips

And the spirits of Storm

Run through my hair.

They whisper in my ear,

The voices of the elements,

Of Secrets long buried,

Of Whispers long lost to the Wind,

Of Lovers long since drowned

And of Bridges long burned.

Time himself unwinds before me.

I see the world of Goblins and Ghouls.

I see the world of the silken Fae.

My eyes pierce the veil,

Perceiving unfathomable Phantasms.

My ears hear the world's undertones,

Picking up unutterable terrors.

What more can a Madman do,

But write away his fear?

What more can I do,

But tell you of what stalks near?

Your blessing is Blindness

While I am cursed with Sight.

Do you not see our folly

In the cold light that blinds?