Metal Monday XL - The Necromancer's Valentine

11/21/2016

The Necromancer's Valentine

Birthed of the darkness
Born of the dead
Oh, the rivers, they shall run red

I found you steeped in your own blood
Innocence lay dead and lifeless
Lamentations of a love lost
But I could never leave you
So I call forth the great deceiver
Oh Satan! Hear my call!

And in the night I search the dark
To find the blood to feed my queen
My love
Undead, reawakened by the beast
Betrothed to death
Eternally
My valentine unhallowed

Oh, dark prophet
Return her from the gates of hell

As I lay you down
On this altar
My paramour cloaked in sanguine serenity
Imbued with necromantic life
Unholy theogeny

Ho, behold reanimation
The demonic serum reignites your sutured form
Injected of the essence
Of a thousand darkly blessings
In this vessel you are reborn

Forever my undead confidante
My virulent animus
Quarter the carcass
Cascading blood
Atrocious murder my labor of love
It's all for you

Through this dark ritual
The girl had escaped death
Once again to walk the earth
No heartbeat in her chest

And this new life of sin
It shall never end
For when the sun sets she
Must feed on flesh again

I would give you everything
My one true love

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)