You think you’re smart,
You thing your so cool,
You think you could just walk up and do the things you do,
I’m not going to stand it,
You think the demons stay and bother,
But instead it’s the other,
They come and go,
Hate builds from the grotto,
But still even then,
When all you had was me,
Now there are three,
Of the ones you sent me,
Haunting and crying,
Non blissful indeed,
I need some time you see,
That being a necromancer isn’t easy,
But do release,
Your anger you see,
For all it does is make me powerful,
Don’t take back,
My dearest dark one,
For one day I’ll have your corpse dancing my way.