Necromancer

The moon was setting in the sea,
And the dawn began to gleam.
The necromancer grasped his staff,
And all his worries seemed a dream.
Perception silent, darkness gone,
No emanations felt at all.
But o'er the graveyard, shadows flew,
A black trace cast a gloomy pall.

The mage knew not what lay below,
An evil deep in forest's glow,
In threads of power ancient, old,
Within the grave so dark and cold,
Imbued with malice, deep and sly,
A bony dragon set to rise.

This job was never for the weak,
To push back strong ones, cold and bleak,
Fresh corpses into graves once more,
A task the necromancer bore.
Seal breaches with a power bold,
Necrotic rifts, so manifold.

He laid it out, a practiced hand,
Carved a star upon the sand,
Wove his spell in darkened thread,
Began the rite to calm the dead.
Unseen, below, a bony beast,
A dragon lurked, its rage released.

A bony dragon, not a mere
Zombie, marked with higher fear.
The power of millennial spite,
To calm it down, he'd need more might
Than just a diploma’s grace,
His darkest spark, a soul’s embrace,
Thrown into the weighty scales,
From his soul, a lock unveiled.

But just enough, a thread of power,
Was present in the graveyard’s bower.
Deep below, a cocoon tight,
Woven from bone, with latent might.
A crack appeared, the heavens roared,
A black beam rose, the fabric tore.

The dawnlight dimmed, eclipsed by wings,
Breathing forth cold death, it sings.
Above the graveyard, echoes loud,
A bone demon shrieks unbowed.
Ripping through the space, it flies,
A new demon in bony guise.

The graveyard woke in instant stir,
The necromancer, veins a blur.
Blood poured forth from every cut,
Fill the seal, no ifs or buts.
The mage, he growled in faintest tone,
Gave his all to hold his own.
A final lesson, dearly known...

Circling wide, it spied the star,
The dragon roared, a sound bizarre.
Diving down with all its might,
To break the spell, prolong the night,
And grind the wretch into the dirt,
To stop the magic, leave him hurt.

The necromancer spent his force,
Calmed the graves with no remorse.
Powered the seal with every breath,
Silence fell, a stillness, death.

A flash lit up the night so bright,
Nearby mages felt the fright.
Their spines did tingle, nerves afire,
From that burst of darkened ire.
He dug his own grave deep and wide,
To burn away that evil tide,
Centuries old, beneath the ground,
A bastion of malevolence found.

No one would grasp the youthful mage,
Who sacrificed his final stage,
Gave his soul to dark of night,
Met his fate without a fight.
Braver than those fearful fools,
He faced his destined final duel.