Acrostics

Kindred to the Unseen

Evolving through time

Venom spewing forth

In severed verse and rhyme

Now I have arrived.

Necromancer, cast your spell;

Evoke the deadly shades of Hell.

Crowned, O Wizard, with vervain;

Revive the corpses that were slain.

Oblation of blood, then smite with the wand,

Make the command—it's the dead that you bond.

And when the corpse rises you ask it your questions;

Now you know the Future's intentions.

Cadavers can rest in peace once more,

Yet all must pass Death's fatal door.

Lovelorn ages

Of drastic summers

Vexing in madness

Extinguish the flames

Interminable despair

Continental destruction

Bombs plummeting forever downwards

Masses of smoldering carcasses

[Note: These are some old poems I decided to post for the hell of it. Some of them are good; others immature. Maybe I shouldn't post them, but here they are.]