Valcore

I live this way
Night, not day
Feast on living
Toy with the dead

I come out at night
To bring people fright
Where I go the dead rise
No mortal hears my cries

They call me Death or Reaper
But all I am is a Necromancer
I only use my sword or a bell
To rise or vanquish demons of Hell

I make life and death entwine
Crossing over the mortal line
I bend physics to meet my will
Give another chance, or kill

I have nobody in which to confide
I live in shadows, live or hide?
Both Necromancer and Vampire
This thought was only conspire

They say I'm wrong, quoting their laws
Pointing at my strengths, as if flaws
I go against everything they believe
Their society I, of course, must leave

Even though I will live infinite years
The longer I live, the more the tears
I am no longer flesh and bone
I'm a god of men, but still alone

Tonight is the night for my final sorrow
If all goes well, I won't see tomorrow
They will preach my name from shore to shore
Strongest of the immortals, The God Valcore

I wrote this one from many things, I'm reading a book about Necromancers (magic users dealing with the dead), just got done watching a show about vampires, and just thought my friend would appreciate me using one of his many names in a poem. deep in there i think was an analogy to my own life...minus the whole fantasy part. hope you enjoyed it..