There he stood before the black iron throne,

watching the dreadful creature of bone

On its fingers gleamed silver and gold

Fear battled greed, would his luck hold?



Long he stared at the fearsome dead king,

then he reached up for a golden ring

With flaring eye-sockets the king grabbed his hand

and spoke with a voice that was dry as sand:



"At last I'm awake, I'm finally free

The curse has been broken, shattered by thee

So, foolish mortal, thou dare to steal from me

For that thou shalt die, but undead thou'll be

my servant for eternity"



"NO!!!"