There were many things to fear you see
The ghost and ghouls they leaped out at me
I ran so fast with a worried face
For at this time I could not replace
The kitchen stove where the flames raged out
And had took to burning my entire house
Yet a terrible smile crept over my face
As I thought to myself...
"The insurance is late"
But what the hell makes the difference
When all is done
The aliens came next
With their tiny fish guns
They chased me from my burning house
and past the bush where the ghouls leaped out
They chased me through the sand it seemed
Till the moonlight ran out and so did my dream
I woke that morning
To a rather strange sound
As the pyramid I was in
Was lifting off from the ground...
Peace,
The Last Sage