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Necromantic Raising
- Necromantic Raising -
A Poem about Dark Sorcery
Oh bloated corpses drowned in the mire…
I call ye forth through my necromantic fire!
The world of man has forgotten my dark…
So come and remind them, heed and hark!
I stand before the marshes where you lie…
Too dead to live, yet far too twisted to die,
Your lungs bubble with mud and water twin,
Mingled together, like mad passion and sin.
Let devils inhabit you, and breathe anew…
Life to the dead, my black power rung true!
Behold as the ebon aura flows forth secure,
Filling vacant sockets, so they see once more.
Come forth my children, reborn in this way,
Avenge your mother and blight the very day!
Necromantic rebirth beneath a Samhain sky,
By the powers of darkness none may deny.
Hear the creaking bones of those long dead,
As the drowned breathe again, out of dread!
They come to their mistress, by the old pact,
Their bones once broken, now again intact…
Death undone, yet so eternal in its’ icy grasp!
Though the drowned breathe, they also rasp.
A hideous crackling sound answers my call,
For they cannot speak, lest madness befall…
Minds long unused to thinking living thought.
Such is the price of this resurrection wrought,
By blackest sorcery like none seen in ages…
Forbidden by old Merlin and all wiser sages.
Yet my will is not bound by their convention,
And this is the eve of my power’s ascension!
There is no name for this spell, for it was lost,
Yet I found it again, as the dead pay the cost.
I soon learn my folly, when the dead do turn,
Seeking my life, for my very blood to yearn…
My children’s souls flee all those watery hosts.
Now the drowned are ruled: by hungry ghosts!
Yet I am not without dark means to so defend,
My ancient will, against foe as well as friend…
So I raise the dark wand unto the midnight air.
The drowned breathe no more, silent to stare!
Their corpses return to the mire whence arisen,
My black arts sealing them in a muddy prison!
Their lungs bubble and spurt and then are dust,
For the necromantic flame did what it so must.
The ravenous spirits have departed to the stars,
As the deep sleep again, until the hour unbars…
The seal that only a higher power may shatter.
I leave them to their rest, content in this matter!
Necromanticam ignis, impius lumen!
Dico vos foras, in hac nocte.
Obedire voluntati meae, per hoc tenebroso ritus!
Necromanticam ignis, mori cum consummasset!
Dico vos foras, constringo vos quoque.
Obedire voluntati meae, et dominari mortuis!
A Poem about Dark Sorcery
Oh bloated corpses drowned in the mire…
I call ye forth through my necromantic fire!
The world of man has forgotten my dark…
So come and remind them, heed and hark!
I stand before the marshes where you lie…
Too dead to live, yet far too twisted to die,
Your lungs bubble with mud and water twin,
Mingled together, like mad passion and sin.
Let devils inhabit you, and breathe anew…
Life to the dead, my black power rung true!
Behold as the ebon aura flows forth secure,
Filling vacant sockets, so they see once more.
Come forth my children, reborn in this way,
Avenge your mother and blight the very day!
Necromantic rebirth beneath a Samhain sky,
By the powers of darkness none may deny.
Hear the creaking bones of those long dead,
As the drowned breathe again, out of dread!
They come to their mistress, by the old pact,
Their bones once broken, now again intact…
Death undone, yet so eternal in its’ icy grasp!
Though the drowned breathe, they also rasp.
A hideous crackling sound answers my call,
For they cannot speak, lest madness befall…
Minds long unused to thinking living thought.
Such is the price of this resurrection wrought,
By blackest sorcery like none seen in ages…
Forbidden by old Merlin and all wiser sages.
Yet my will is not bound by their convention,
And this is the eve of my power’s ascension!
There is no name for this spell, for it was lost,
Yet I found it again, as the dead pay the cost.
I soon learn my folly, when the dead do turn,
Seeking my life, for my very blood to yearn…
My children’s souls flee all those watery hosts.
Now the drowned are ruled: by hungry ghosts!
Yet I am not without dark means to so defend,
My ancient will, against foe as well as friend…
So I raise the dark wand unto the midnight air.
The drowned breathe no more, silent to stare!
Their corpses return to the mire whence arisen,
My black arts sealing them in a muddy prison!
Their lungs bubble and spurt and then are dust,
For the necromantic flame did what it so must.
The ravenous spirits have departed to the stars,
As the deep sleep again, until the hour unbars…
The seal that only a higher power may shatter.
I leave them to their rest, content in this matter!
Necromanticam ignis, impius lumen!
Dico vos foras, in hac nocte.
Obedire voluntati meae, per hoc tenebroso ritus!
Necromanticam ignis, mori cum consummasset!
Dico vos foras, constringo vos quoque.
Obedire voluntati meae, et dominari mortuis!
Published 24th Oct 2012
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24th Oct 2012 6:54am
Here is a creepy little poem just in time for the Samhain season! The illustration is an image manipulation I did using a recent photo of me.
24th Oct 2012 6:57am
I absolutely love this. Read it out loud, as always, and it had masterful flow and quality. Superb work my friend. :)
AlwaysCaliban
AlwaysCaliban
24th Oct 2012 7:28am
Thanks very much, Caliban! I am pleased you enjoyed this macabre journey into darkness.
24th Oct 2012 12:06pm
24th Oct 2012 4:48pm
10th Dec 2012 6:34am
It totally was! I could not have timed it better I must say. ;) Thanks, too.
24th Oct 2012 5:43pm
Exellent work as always i think this is my faveerite poem of your so far.
Loving the line "Behold as the ebon aura flows forth secure,
Filling vacant sockets, so they see once more."
and
Necromanticam ignis, impius lumen!
Dico vos foras, in hac nocte.
Obedire voluntati meae, per hoc tenebroso ritus!
Necromanticam ignis, mori cum consummasset!
Dico vos foras, constringo vos quoque.
Obedire voluntati meae, et dominari mortuis!
cheers
marcus
Loving the line "Behold as the ebon aura flows forth secure,
Filling vacant sockets, so they see once more."
and
Necromanticam ignis, impius lumen!
Dico vos foras, in hac nocte.
Obedire voluntati meae, per hoc tenebroso ritus!
Necromanticam ignis, mori cum consummasset!
Dico vos foras, constringo vos quoque.
Obedire voluntati meae, et dominari mortuis!
cheers
marcus
10th Dec 2012 6:40am
Very wonderful to hear from you, Marcus! :)
"Behold as the ebon aura flows forth secure,
Filling vacant sockets, so they see once more."
Ceratainly a line that was most apt and vividly descrptive of such a dark working as the poem depicts! I am happy you liked it, as it was a very beautifully sinister touch, as was the latin.
I love adding a touch of Latin in some of my more esoteric poems, since it really brings that perfect "olden days" feel to the proceedings. Plus, in esoteric matters, Latin (like Gaelic and certain other ancient languages) oft carries a certain power within the words. And this poem being all about dark power, it seemed right. ;)
"Behold as the ebon aura flows forth secure,
Filling vacant sockets, so they see once more."
Ceratainly a line that was most apt and vividly descrptive of such a dark working as the poem depicts! I am happy you liked it, as it was a very beautifully sinister touch, as was the latin.
I love adding a touch of Latin in some of my more esoteric poems, since it really brings that perfect "olden days" feel to the proceedings. Plus, in esoteric matters, Latin (like Gaelic and certain other ancient languages) oft carries a certain power within the words. And this poem being all about dark power, it seemed right. ;)
