The Necromancer
Ancient rhymes of words arcane
Writ in meter bent in twain
Olden spells that were the bane
Of necromancers who spoke rain
From skies of Caribbean blue
Oh ancient wizard, out of time
Speak the wisdom of your mind
Fill my soul with line upon line
From olden tomes, covered in rime
Tell me your secrets, if true
In this land far from your home
Where you wander all alone
Sky blue eyes as carved from stone
Wind in those eyes seems to moan
From whence and when came you?