The point of view of darkness

I awoke to the darkness,

my very own kin,

and looked for the problem,

looked deep within.

I found the necromancer,

found her so quick,

filled her with my power,

and drank her anger like a tick.

There was the problem,

my very own Harlequin,

they had broken my laws,

though it was unlike them to sin.

I made my body.

I was darkness made alive.

I would punish their offense,

for fairness I did strive.

Then the incubus,

he cautioned her kindly,

and a traitor of mine,

cautioned her 'be mindly'.

So we wared,

I and my dear.

Fought and fought,

like the church and beer.

And so out I was cast,

back to my chamber.

Surrounded by guards,

and tired from my labour.

But I would not sleep,

my time had come,

and me and my necromancer,

we would be one.

I would rule,

a fair queen truly,

well as long as my lover,

the day, did not act foolishly.

I created society,

I was the first to be civil,

they will bow to me,

stop their foolish freedom drivel.