Bringing You to Life
I'm walking through a beautiful meadow.
I walk by flowers,
and they come back to life.
My touch gives life,
to what has died.
Unsure of my destination,
Something keeps pulling me along,
bringing life to what I touch.
Flowers, trees and animals.
A group of people appear,
death was all I saw,
from a terrible disease.
I place my hand upon their head,
life fills them up once again,
I ask myself,
how could this be?
The gift of necromancy,
giving life a second time.
Saving lives,
that should not have been lost.
© 2017 Roseann Hipper