Shadowed Arts

Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill

O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls

The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep

The rites thou weave are blasphemies untold
Inscribed in tomes of leathered flaking skin
Each word a dagger forged in darkness cold
Each phrase a doorway where despair steps in

The corpses rise, their sockets void of light
Their forms defiled by time’s relentless claw
They dance to hymns of black and wailing night
Bound fast to masters free from mortal law

But dread, O mage, for thy infernal toil!  
The craft thou wieldeth burns its bitter cost
Each whispered spell a tethered soul to soil
And thine own spirit, soon to wander lost

For shadows deeper than thy power paved
And hungering eyes do watch thy cursed path
The master thou wouldst claim within the grave
Awaits to turn upon thee wrath for wrath

Thus weave thy fate in necromantic shade
And carve thy doom in bone and ashen flame
Yet know, each soul thy devilish art hath made  
Is but the key to seal thy darkened name