The Necromancer and The Horned Bride

[Foruvie]

And many told him:
Leave behind your dead, to the wind their ashes and their spirits to songs,
Let their bodies rest and their memory go,
For where it takes them no breath, no touch, no presence belongs.
But he refused, he burned his way through the bones and tombs,
He said it was justice to those whom death had wronged.

In his words:
For those who bow to the fear and folly, they should stumble and fall,
And pick their crumbles at the table of rich, where forever they crawl.
But the minds of great shan’t be thralls to the insult of death.
He swore that night to descend beyond and below, for a soul:
And out of abyss, voiceless and dark, he summoned a wraith.

All people learn:
To leave, to forget, to turn away and yield, for the Lord is taking his toll,
But he wore it as armor, like a shield, he shut it down and let it burn:
For remember great kingdom once – they knew the right way to mourn
They left it alone, adorned in gold, and called for the fire and beasts from below
(Beasts roared at their call!)

He sought what was hidden
All the secrets that rot at the roots, at the pits, in the mines and wells,
To collect all the voices, all darkness, all broken and mended in deserted nests,
The name of her, horned and silken, clad in white dress, whose head never rests,
Wind bore it like a plague, far from the dormant depths where she dwells,
From the places of dead, to the world of men which before was forbidden.

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Хнык -( меня бросила девушка. Теперь мне только и остаётся, что графоманить!

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