Night of the necromancer

One night I awoke,

from a terrible dream.

It felt so real,

as my past I had seen.

The breeze came stealthily,

the room, the moonlight did fill.

An eerie feeling came upon me,

I shuddered with a sudden chill.

The walls looked strange,

the room was not mine.

I noticed the date,

it was 1969.

A ghastly figure appeared,

it was taller than the door.

It sliced opened my chest,

the blood filled the floor.

Then brutally wrenched out my heart,

and offered it to the sky.

I stared without any feeling,

as I shouted, Why? Why?

Then I noticed something,

the moon no longer shone.

There was a large ring of fire,

it overlapped the sun.

The last thing I saw,

was a tattoo on the figure’s hand.

What the hell was happening,

I could never understand.

I felt my fingers again,

awoke, and everything was different.

No slits, no blood, no scares,

I had escaped the dark labyrinth.

It was 20th of June 2020,

a day before the eclipse.

With a clouded mind I packed my bags,

for my routine Sunday trips.

Sunday came by,

and I set out with my mates.

We treaded into the woods,

beyond the city gates.

We reached the mouth of a cave,

with a skull upon its door.

The past flashed before my eyes,

and I fell upon the floor.

An old man helped me up,

and set me upon my feet.

But, when he smiled I noticed,

something strange about his teeth.

He said he was a priest,

to an old jungle shrine.

The deity that lived there,

was powerful and divine.

He welcomed us into the temple,

to a fount too old and dry.

It pointed to a window,

that opened up to the sky.

It was almost noon,

but, the day grew dark.

The priest looked intriguing,

in his eyes, a strange spark.

Suddenly I was ceased,

and forced upon the alter.

The priest, pulling out a blade shouted,

bring on the sacrifice for the slaughter.

My mates were no longer my friends,

they were now slaves to the priest.

All gathered around me,

gathered, for the feast.

I looked up into the heavens,

through the window so wide.

The moon now grew bigger,

the sun began to hide.

I felt a burning pain,

deep within my chest.

They all tried to restrain me,

Oo! They tried their best.

By now the moon was in position,

I felt my skin crawl.

The excruciating pain,

drove me up the wall.

I grabbed the priest’s hand,

he could move no longer.

The moon did something to me,

I had suddenly grown stronger.

I growled out with rage,

and broke my chains with ease.

The beast from deep within me,

had brought them to their knees.

What happened next,

was a bloody sight.

The yelling and screaming,

had faded into the night.

When I came to my senses,

I was drenched in blood.

The priest and his slaves,

mutilated into the mud.

Life is not what it was,

my conscience is now grand.

All that was left after the eclipse,

was a tattoo on my hand.