She's strong,
The oldest of them all.
Ethereal in her walk,
She's begun to disappear like thin air.
Who said angels could never become demons?

It is said an antediluvian
Will grow into eonic powers.
Powers that reflect who we are.
Hers say she's longed for death all these while.
But ages passed, she's conformed,
Becoming a part of the fabric that's time.
And now her Evolution comes.

For like begets like,
Not darkness into light.
She controls the dead,
Her true nature shown.
She's been The Dead all along.
The Necromancer born
From the blood of wars.
© Amanah Saais