A scream shatters the dead of night
Methinks a wicked villain hadst fouled a woman
Therefore lest I forswear my lordship
With haste do I run through perilous manner
Wherefore he stumbles o'er yon street
The drunkard I see doth deceive my eyes
For naught drunk from the goblet hast loathsome slander
But from out of his grave this grotesque doth wander
{Thus begins a new age of the supernatural, who knows what the future will bring}
