A Grim Sovereignty

I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul,

"Midst this dark and decay, we shall reign."

I raised you, my king, from that darkened grave,

Decomposing, rancid, and bloodstained.

But have no fear, my darling, for the rot that clings.

I am a witch of the finest making.

A necromancer's breath and a gamble with death

Will diminish your undertaking.

Now, restored, you are quite the sight to behold,

A monster of my finest creation.

"My Queen.."you whisper to my blackened heart.

For you, I embrace this damnation.

And I'll kiss your lips and whisper to your soul,

"Midst this dark and decay, we shall reign."

You are my abominable king of this putrid throne--

And, together, we shall rule the profane...