I, Necromancer

Plains of white and gold
A stretch of strength, of valour
A wealth of surprised, scared eyes
The lands magnitude of horror
And I, Necromancer in black -of red, the dead, sanguine spittle
Bore through the crowd like a blade (by fingers and bones they're slain)
My only purpose, a harem of evil who will drag me to my grave

And like a demon crouched on my back, I live my life of suicidal terror

The witch of plague-ridden promise has won