As I walk through the battlefield
I can’t help but wonder
If any of them are suitable
For my 'studies'

Corpses freshly dead
Or skeletons of ages past
Mummies frozen in time
They are all my play things

Some call me a monster
Others an abomination
But really it's a science
Or at least that is what I tell those who ask

In the 'traditional' sense
I am a practicer of 'Necromancy'
Meaning I 'foretell' the future
Via the spirits of the deceased

Heh I guess I truly am a twisted soul
For I take amusement and excitement
In another beings demise
Nothing is as beautiful or as priceless as a dying creature’s last breath

I guess I simply enjoy messing around with the dead
It's a hobby
And no I do not take THAT type of enjoyment
I am NOT a necrophiliac

...Don't look at me like that!


I tried to make this into a poem but it turned into thoughts.