My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks
My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired,
When I walked in between houses and streets
The morning was still, and yet but begun,
And the silence but pleasant and beautiful
A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze
As I came closer to my house it grew strong
I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold

Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window
I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many
Well That's what is used to do
Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face!
With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark
Right then I knew who awaited me
Death had come to gratulate my return

As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide
I screamed, and my scream scared me further,
For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls
As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door

The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers,
And that was when I fell over something
It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death
Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise
When the rats ran across the floor against me
All I saw - dead children, black rats