Our tale begins at the black f'rest's edge,
beldams'r meets a sir, jakob, hunting flote flesh,
"damn!" a first taunt as those gents meeteth, the sires,
jakob tells the st'ry of his jointress did turn vampire,
two days of bant'r and bonfire companionship,
two men depart f'r the black f'rest on strange trippeth

The black f'rest holds many secrets,
t'rrifying, mesm'rizing, the dunnest:
"a daemonic hag with with'r'd breasts",
cackling cryptic messages and 'racles,
wand'ring the hoods in circles,
marta's songbirds leading out black f'rest. 
 lighteth pi'rcing through the woods,the day's hour,
suddenly, a leshen! vanquish'd by beldams'r