I write this poem as no joke,
as Aden and Gelf's were,
you must take note.

For right now I wear a frown,
but soon I will turn it upside-down.

As my words reach your heart,
my fangs will slide into your neck,
and powerfully sucking I will start,
until your body is just a wreck.

Then it will be donated to a Necromancer,
who will rip your heart from your chest,
and at our party there will be a dancer,
while she dances I will rest.

And if I see you once again,
then cower in fear and make amends,
or become a ghoul and be insane,
for you and the Under King will be great friends.

Seth

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Arios, in the year 110 MA.