Upon them

Upon my return
Upon them
The uneventful air became violent
Apparitions fell as rain into the soil

Reanimated corpses rose
Contrition for the dead
We fell upon them
Scriptures from the old tome of enchantments
My necromancy
An answer as swift to correct their desperation
Relive and consume those who sleep, those who take flight, those who were not ready for the night
Grief written from the tome into history
As they're consumed beneath the moonlight