One day as I walked down the hall,
I heard a soft voice, from up tall.
Immediately I was afeared, for I live alone,
The locks were all locked, the walls all stone.

I will never know how it is he got in,
But at that moment he raised a terrible din!
As I went to investigate, I stopped dead,
For I had heard a sound that filled me with dread.

From all ends of the house, there came a tapping,
It held me fast, that horrible rapping.
Up several floors (it was exactly the third),
Was the horrible song played to be heard.

Long had I known from where the tapping came,
For all knew Abhorash, of long-standing fame.
Undead he was, in truly every respect,
Except for bloodlust, not a single defect.

Breaking through the floor, there came, avast -
a horribly wicked thing, it was a ghast!
Behind the ghast came yet more undead,
The ghost, ghoul, zombie minus the head.

Silence came nigh, as the dread ghast spoke,
"Our master is back, so long since he awoke."
The thing put its teeth to my neck,
And from that day forth, have I been a wreck.

For now twas as a vampire I walked,
All things of life, forever I balked.
Undead plagued the land once more,
Only time shall tell what they hold in store.

Listen closely, child, as there is much to be told,
To start up anew, you must hear of the old.
To battle the scrouge that grows now near,
Your heart must never feel of the growing fear.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Midsummer, in the year 128 MA.