The Necromancer

So empty and alone, my company are those who have passed. And i have been blessed with the curse to bring them back. My friends are drones, slaves to my bidding. I bring back loved ones, reflections of my past. I bring back my enemys, for a reminder that I too can be killed. When will this end. The bloodshed keeps me alive. I wave my wand and staff of souls over the aged decayed bodies that lived moments ago. Tapping there life, consuming there thoughts to only see the horror in there eyes when i approached. They hate me with there last moment. And once again, I create a new soldier for my army. And more hate. My friends hate me.