Where darkness whispers, shadows creep,
Necromus lumbers, secrets deep.
Bone and ash, a skeletal form,
A guardian’s echo, weathered by storm.
Once protector, fierce and strong,
Guiding souls where spirits belong.
But shadows danced, whispers took hold,
Twisting virtue, hearts turned cold.
With bony claws and chilling sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a blackened sky.
Emerald flames flicker, embers bright,
Reflecting a past, consumed by night.
Legends speak of power untold,
Secrets whispered, stories yet unfold.
Can life bloom anew, where death resides?
Or does despair forever preside?
Through haunted ruins and mist-filled air,
Necromus wanders, with mournful stare.
Hope seems lost, in shadows deep,
Will slumbering light, forever sleep?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
A longing for balance, banishing extremes.
Perhaps the guardian, with skeletal might,
Can find redemption, bathed in dawning light.
So let it stand, a sentinel tall,
And from the silence, answer wisdom’s call.
For Necromus holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.