When I was laid to rest
I thought that was the end,
But a wily necromancer
Me, to his will, did bend.

I tore apart my coffin
I dug up through the earth,
And entered into the world, again
Like some perverted birth.

Pieces now fall off me.
My breath's worse than a dog's.
I stumble through the nights,
Emerging from the fogs.

The villagers run screaming
As around their homes I stalk.
I don't know why they worry,
My top speed is a walk.

My one eyeball is rotting.
There's a worm lives in my ear
And when it moves its body
The seashore's all I hear.

I don't like eating brains,
I'd much prefer a steak
But I don't know how much chewing
My wasted jaws can take.

Being undead isn't easy.
The social life is nil.
You're bonded to your master,
And you don't have any will.

Your companions smell like you
And some look even worse
And you pray for a blade's release
From this putrescent curse.

So when you ease our suffering
And smash us into goo,
Remember, just for an instant,
Once we were human, too.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Daedalan, in the year 380 AF.