The Necromancer

Every night when he falls asleep
He faces a winding path miles deep
But where once despair fueled his heart
A new emotion shone through

Miles down the road he came upon a man
Clad in black robes with emerald eyes
Soon crimson turned the skies
There is no reprieve for the hated

Tears streamed from his cheeks
As he lay inside his tattered clothes
Bruised and benign
He watched snowflakes fall upon his
Numb form
There’s nothing left here for me

But on the paving stones
One man came to him
Clad in black velvet vestments
Was he the Necromancer
Under the burning moon
Those emerald eyes took him
And showed him a future

One from which there was no return
But he was granted wings
He was protected
He was strong