I woke up, bound on a straw bed, with a foggy head. Am I alive, dreaming or dead? And, that warning you said? “This adventure, it’ll surely end in dread!” “Be careful!”, is what you said. Oh, I’m remembering it now. The last thing I saw was a horde in the night, coming at me, which caused quite a fright… as it might. I did what I could, fought back as I should, but I hadn’t a chance and was snatched where I stood. And then I woke up, seeing red, feeling cold, dried blood on my head… tightly bound in a strange bed. And, oh, as I am filled with woe, I recall your plea for me to please “not go”. But, I’m headstrong, this you know. This scenario will surely show. Come on, wake up man! You need a game plan. Free yourself, best you can. Find safety again. Come on, wake up man… or just cry, as you wait to die. Who knows what misery awaits you, when they come back by.