Heather Craig

Necromancy - Poem by Heather Craig

My aura blackens
with the pitch of night.
It sucks me into
my terminal abyss.

I peer the innocuous,
stranger to thee.
I victimize her clandestine
as ignoble as I may be,
she neglects to see.

I manipulate her
into my lonely hands.
She is welcomed
to my ascendary
forcing bittersweet sufferage
as I hear her hardened pleas.

Starvation. Whips. Cuts.

I imbide her crimson gore
that immerses the blade,
As the taste engulfs my pleasure.

As her flesh decomposes,
through her agonizing trial,
she'll live forever with me.

I took her soul. Her very breath.

She took my heart.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 31, 2006

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