At witching time
I was awoken
When
I heard the howl
So eerily foul
AAaaaaooooOO!
AAaaaaooooOO!
The necromancer
Was a bewitching dancer
That's the tale I was told
Since I was four years old
Tall and statuesque
Beauty in arabesque
Now bent and grotesque
Thanks to a man
Who couldn't understand
Her god-given gifts
It caused
An uncrossable rift
Her love for him
Unmeasurable
For him she would do
The unthinkable
But her gift
Was in her DNA
Remove them?
No way!
One night he stole away
Not a word did he say
No one saw hide nor hair
As if he vanished
Into thin air
Oh how she howled
A howl
So eerily foul
AAaaaaooooOO!
AAaaaaooooOO!
The Necromancer
Was a bewitching dancer
A witness some claimed
Saw her that night
It was a frightful sight
The night her man
Took off and ran
It was a full moon
Don't you know
Her in the meadow
All aglow
Clawing, clawing, clawing
Scratching and mauling
Her face
It was an alarming
Case
Her blood streaming down
As she pirouette
Round and round
Marking the ground
Nothing grows there
To this very day
And for many years
She lay in tears
The heartbreak
Of the betrayed
She slowly grew bowed
Each day
Maybe there was a burden
Too heavy
For her shoulders
To carry
Or vengeful hands
Tugging her down
Pulling her down
To the ground
Many had their own
Theories
But never made
Any inquiries
It's been decades now
But every year I hear the howl
Of the necromancer
She was a bewitching dancer
AAaaaaooooOO!
AAaaaaooooOO!
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