He runs like the wind 
Snatching words from the lips
Of a long dead maven
Spinning yarns of love, peace, war and death
Adventures in distant places, distant worlds
And right there, on your pristine doorsteps
Creating order from chaos with the
Skill of a long-legged spider
Blurring the lines between fantasy and
Fantastic reality
Stories understood by few
Stories that are read by many

Armed with a pen and great disdain
For the hypocrisy of the gun
He slays the dragons and the pretenders
The unfortunate and the unlucky
Daemons, humans and aliens alike
Swift and clean
The proverbial wooden spike
Hiding in plane sight
Sowing his malefic seeds
The roots of their eventual destruction
While they look and look and look…
And fail to understand
He is and isn't just your average man
Necromancer

Through eyes that sees your world and his
He's spent millennia
Roaming the past, the present and your future
He was there when nigger wasn't just some
word mumbled by closet racist, senile old men
And their unruly brats
Before it became a hip expression to an entire
Brainwashed, ungrateful generation
Yeah he was there, when master X didn't need a reason
To bull-whip your black ass into submission
Necromancer

Remembers the first time he saw the gray-black sand
Chances Mountain
Standing on legs that were way too weak
The hopeless misery and casual brutality
Humbled and meek
Long live the pompous European nobility
African Dirt!
A plantation and a harsh short life for thee
Necromancer
On the banks of the Nile
A raven-headed beauty an unborn child
High priest to an idiot king
Sacrificing the woman he loves
Because it is the “right thing”
Stood on the deck of a now dormant vessel
As it flew at the head of an armada
Racing into the first showdown of a war
That would change his world forever
Surrounded by blood-thirsty leaders
Anxious for a peek at their dying future

He perceives  you down a not too distant road
Drowning in a homemade brew 
Toiling at the mercy of someone you 
thought you knew
Longing for the serenity of that open grave
One of many…
An unremarkable, unchained slave
Necromancer
He runs like the wind 
Snatching words from the lips
Of a long dead maven
And laughing at your foolish
Dreams of heaven




Your next-door neighbor?