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.