The Ancient Awakening- Rise of the Necromancer

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The winter moon rises,

An argent glow lights the sky

As a deathly mist covers damp grounds.

Rising up, from the hands of

Necromancers and their great power-

The dead walk

After years of damnation;

Awaiting their return to the world,

Righteous and Evil alike

Now return from death. 

Time is running out,

As the silver of the Argent moon wanes,

As does the strength of magical beings.

Resilience of all beings is

Needed now.

Taarn, the great necromancer,

And the one who holds the great

Automaton heart,

Reigns over the dead and

Now commands all necromancers...

"Fight him, I 

Yearn for his demise,

Revel in my power."

Taarn will rise against heroes of a new age.

Frostfyr
Stay Frosty

Hanging On

Hanging On...

If I let go, would you care?
If I fell toward damnation and oblivion
Would you catch me?
Would you reach and cry,
Trying to grab me with a hand, wet with tears;

Would you care if I did die,
If I was alone in the end.
Is it one of your many fears,
Losing somebody...

Wait,hold- The question lingers,
Do you even care?
Am I somebody you care about?
When my life hangs on the edge of a blade
The truth will be revealed.

...You think you care about.
I am unsure, of what awaits,
When I slowly descend into blackness.
Will it be a void, do you care if I go there?
Well, when...or if, it is done,
We will see where you stand.

Stay Frosty

So Little, So Long

So Little, So long...

We have know each other for so little time,
Only a few days but many an hour.
Yet it feels like an age,
Because already my love has begun to flower.

Is it wrong that I can say that so early?
Perhaps, some would say, perhaps it is rather soon;
And yet I can say my love is flowing freely-
It is opening, a rose in full bloom.

But your rose belongs to another,
It cannot belong to me,
So I will pick the petals from my rose,
And throw it into the wind...

Because we are the same.
We have known each other so long in a sense,
But who am I to pass blame,
We don't belong;... you will never turn us into we.

Stay Frosty

The Voice Behind and Meetings

Voice Behind Me

I hear you speak to me,
A voice from behind,
"I bid you greetings," it says,
I recognize it;
Sighing to myself
I walk away without answering.

We parted ways but I can't get away,
I love you, but I also feel hate;
And I just can't get past how you made me feel.

So when I hear the voice,
Your voice talking to me,
Just remember you had your chances,
So please just leave me be,
Otherwise you will leave me with no choice.


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Meetings

On those cold dark evenings
When the cold air makes red cheeks,
And the moon's light shows the way,
I like to go with you my dear friend
To the place where a hundred voices sing.

The warmth within is welcoming,
And people gather to discuss what they seek
And what their mission entails.
You, my friend, invite me close,
'Read from my texts; sing with us,'
You don't need to say,
But I feel the invitation.

Smiles and handshakes and voices,
All of a friendly nature,
All discussing their lives
Or, discuss their faith.

This is where I feel welcome,
A hall you all call home,
But truly, despite everyone's support
And my want to learn more,
I am there because I always need you,
And I hope you can help me see the truth.

You are my best friend.

So on frosty nights,
I will always come with you,
Because my life has become alive again,
Even if sometimes I feel it's not worth living.

Frostfyr

Stay Frosty

Tiring Love

Tiring Love

Each day I tire more,
Each day I feel the same,
How much longer will this last;
How much longer must I play this game.

I tried to win you back,
I tried to be your friend,
But you make us feel outcast,
Even though, my soul I will always send.

Frostfyr

Stay Frosty

The Many

The Many

My mind drifts;
I can barely write,
My mind is a shattered realm,
Fragments everywhere,
I cannot piece them together,
It is a void of islands,
Each a memory or emotion,
Maybe one day I piece myself together.

The mess that is my mind
Is barely within my control,
A black cloud circles the islands
Hiding them from my view,
I try to peer through the mists,
Reach into the very depths of my mind,
It pains to search my mind
But I push.

An island made of ice,
I feel the chill of the blue mist
covering the island and freezing all,
I feel it's deathly chill, I can hear it too,
'Hi there, come to visit?'

I don't know how to answer him-
The dead one can be tricky.
I hear him once more call,
'Hey, why won't you talk?'
And within an instant, his fury is unleashed,

Crimson blood pours out of the ice,
Skeletons and many ghouls rise;
And look at my flesh with hunger.
A green mist, sickly,
Surrounds them.
I drift away from the frost covered island.

An island made of greenery,
Plants and trees cover this place.
Vines cover the trunks and
stretch across the branches,
Then within mere seconds of arriving-
Inferno.

The green is quickly extinguished by fire,
But a lone figure holds back the flame,
A druid of great power,
He grows many plants to replace the
Charred ashes of what once stood.
I catch him glimpsing at me
But I am soon pulled away to another destination.

Rolling plains filled with many beasts,
Tiger-like creatures, leather skinned animals,
All harmlessly wandering the plains.
Everything is yellow, and the sounds
The animals make amaze me.

Then, the atmosphere is broken,
Some of the animals make noises of pain,
They begin charging, aimlessly running.
Another lone figure, I see clutching a bow,
Armed with a great sword and a gun.
The hunter fires another arrow at me,
But I am taken away before it can strike.

Tendrils of despair and evil,
This next island worries me.
The purple mists and black tendrils
Surround me as a laughing is heard.
An evil being surrounded by minions,
All demons, and he himself is one.

The being stares at me,
I feel his gaze penetrate my mind.
He continues laughing, until... gold...

...Golden beams and bolts,
Bright with holy power,
Fight back the shadow.
Two figures, one in flowing robes,
The other clad in plate armour,
Rescue me from the tendrils.

I move to the next island,
And am greeted by a familiar face.
The mage, the one who I share my mind with.
He smiles at me.
"Hi Frosty..." I think,
I don't know how to speak in this place-
He just looks at me.
I feel myself warm to him,
But there's something chilling about him too.

I eventually leave the fragmented depths;
And open my eyes to the world.
All those I met whisper to me,
Fragments to keep me safe.

Frostfyr

Stay Frosty!