on the night of the full moon, the necromancer calls the dead to dance

under the cover of night

hidden behind a tombstone

a thaumaturge works

calling upon the dead

lost lovers dance under the moonlight

families reunite and

old friends trade secrets of life after death

the cemetery is alive

the reanimated breathe in the

devil hour’s air

silhouettes of lives once lived

shadows that once coloured the earth and he–

he revels in the beauty of the deceased

entranced by their own gramarye

enchanted by the remnants of memories that

litter the graveyard soil

but then the sun begins to rise and

the bodies grow quiet

the sigils are sealed and

as the sun reaches its peak

the cemetery is empty

Save for the thaumaturge

who vows to once again

awaken the departed at

the next full moon