“Fear your heart when the dark sky blackens, on cold wheels of death the thunder clap comes.”
Intuition senses the undead, yet there is life, intelligence and comprehension in the man… if he’s indeed a man at all; I have recently hired to care for the dead in the Hollow. Most of my free time is spent there instead of my home, too many memories lay there and I have yet to be brave enough to open that Pandora’s Box. Killing the pain between bouts of warm flesh and of course the everyday life of a politician, I cannot seem to get back into my right mind. Flashes of past, present and future of not only others but myself are more prominent than before.
Back on the subject, there are many things I wonder about this… being, this man that seems to only really relish on the dead with little regard to the living. Necromancy is strong in his aura yet I refuse to point a finger because he is not the puppet master. Not only so, I enjoy his company maybe that makes me evil- perhaps it’s the void I felt when we shook hands to close the deal of his care-taking of the hallowed ground. Is Necromancy a possible path for me to adhere? If so, it must be done in secret.
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Intuition senses the undead, yet there is life, intelligence and comprehension in the man… if he’s indeed a man at all; I have recently hired to care for the dead in the Hollow. Most of my free time is spent there instead of my home, too many memories lay there and I have yet to be brave enough to open that Pandora’s Box. Killing the pain between bouts of warm flesh and of course the everyday life of a politician, I cannot seem to get back into my right mind. Flashes of past, present and future of not only others but myself are more prominent than before.
Back on the subject, there are many things I wonder about this… being, this man that seems to only really relish on the dead with little regard to the living. Necromancy is strong in his aura yet I refuse to point a finger because he is not the puppet master. Not only so, I enjoy his company maybe that makes me evil- perhaps it’s the void I felt when we shook hands to close the deal of his care-taking of the hallowed ground. Is Necromancy a possible path for me to adhere? If so, it must be done in secret.
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Death: You are the Queen of the lowest realm, from the womb to the tomb you are at my shoulder. You are with me now, you allow travelers to approach the gate and commune with the dead.
You walk in your garden, the grave yard and in your orchard where your apples grow large, both bitter and delicious as life. You show me what is temporal, you are no respecter of power or position, no respecter or age or intelligence. You are the great leveler, you strip all back to its obvious end you take all of your subject with equal mercy. You are steadfast, you are dutiful. You show integrity in your work.
You are just, and you are the protector of that law of nature which is most feared. You have taught me never to revert to you but to find you beautiful, both in the bones and in the flesh…
When I touch the Earth I commune with you, in the cemetery I commune with you. In my nightmares and dreams I commune with you. I have loved you the longest, for you have fed me the most.
Keep me unafraid, keep me longing and incredulous and accepting. Keep me wise.
From the hiss of the rivers to the breath of the moth, your presence is a black thread binding all as your brother binds the world with his body. If your beauty brings me tears, the salt is the salt of grief which you hold in yours as food for the dead. If your face tells the story of life, you look upon me with a wisdom so clear that I could never fear the end again.
I will fill my cycle at the end of your choosing because there is no other path and I will respect and love your sacred judgment.