A cold, stormy night in the winter
Frosty air soared around me
A man. who looked flinter
One look at me, and flees
Zombies came in swarms
I fought to protect his home
The feeling of loneliness crept in like a swarm
Creeping toward the tome
Learning tricks to impress him
Removing the mask that held my soul
He smiled then looked grim
Witches sat on their boles
Reminding me of their battles
Downpour, coming down like a monsoon
They filled me with rattles
Advising me that I'm just strewn
Recalling our first encounter
He made it clear
Easily forgotten, short laughter