Bringing You to Life

Updated on November 13, 2017

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

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