The Chosen Ones (Necromancer) Poem by Agatha Eliza

Hold me, never let go of me
never release me from your grip;
be the frozen darkness that
swallows the last drop of soul
I have in me..


Now, under your fiery touch
let my skin burn down to ashes-
sacrifice me, tear my dreams apart
let ravens feast upon my flesh!


Breath life into me..
summon my spirit; in silence
take me far away from the world
beneath the shabby curtains
of paralysing vapors of departure..


Surround me with a love way
stronger than death, let me hover
in your shadow, agonizing-
shivering forever,
as I have failed to feed the ego
of your man-made, dying god!