Necromancy

Necromancy - - - - - - - - - - - When I look back Wistfully upon days past I recall an incident Born out of mere fancy Fueled by youthful heart To venture out into wood Alone in moonlit night To see fairies and goblins Supposed to be dwelling in caverns It was evening Above brightly shining was the moon Felt as if tired winds cuddling The cool breasts of evening And saw on the grassy surface of wood Leaning lengthening shadows of trees And the moon scampering in and out Of boughs swaying in the breeze like a child I knew I was alone The slightest fluttering sound of leaves Sent chill to my bone Then I saw out of blue an eagle circling skyward Might be a spirit, witch or wizard Good or evil at this moment of time was wandering Thought I as I was walking along Then out upon the wood A ghostly looking man from pine Masked and strange-footed Silent, sinuous and bent Came forward and almost me scared I screamed aloud and asked The fairy good or bad be kind enough To enlighten me with knowledge and wisdom Then he disappeared only to appear again Not as a fairy but as my friend not unknown 'How come you got me here I asked I followed you in disguise unto wood And when I saw you alone, you I scared But my friend, I think there is necromancy still Said he if you wait until midnight You may encounter one with a chill'