Merry Christmas Siege!
in Siege
Twas the night before Christmas, in the Siege of yore,
not a creature was stirring, except for a boar.
The swords were all hung by the hearth with great care,
in hopes that Krampus would leave them right there.
The knights were nestled all snug in their beds,
while dreams of dragon-fire danced through their heads,
and the mage in his tower, with spellbook and cap,
was about to settle down for a magical nap.
When out in Britain's streets arose such a clatter,
the guards sprang from their posts to see what was the matter.
Away to the battlements they ran like a deer,
arming their crossbows, and readying their gear.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave an eerie luster to objects below,
when what the their wondering eyes did appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight armoured reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
the guards looked at one another, saying "throw him in the nick!"
but more rapid that harpies his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and dodged arrows aflame.
"Now Doomdeer, now Destard, now Despise and Deceit,
On Hyloth, on Wrong, On Shame, move your feet!
To the top of the king's castle, to the top of the wall,
Now slash away, slash away, slash away all!
As shurikens from the elite ninjas hands fly,
when they met with an obstacle, they caused it to die,
So up to the castle-top the coursers they flew,
leaving debris and ruins and fireballs too.
And then in a twinkling, was heard on Blackthorn's roof,
the thundering and pounding of each armoured hoof,
As the guards they came running, to turn the intruders around,
Down the castle chimney St Nicholas did bound!
He was dressed all in chainmail, from head to foot,
His robes and cloak all tarnished with ashes and soot,
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,
Looking like a harmless peddler just opening a pack.
His eyes though, they glowed, like daemon flame a-ready,
His cheeks were all burnished, his sword grip was steady,
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and his beard and mustache were as white as the snow.
When out of the shadows, with a road and a flame,
a dragon appeared, wild and untamed!
Its scales were like fire, its eyes fill of spite,
this beast was clearly here, to ruin the night!
But St Nick was unfazed, he stood tall and brave,
for he had a plan, Yuletide to save,
He reached in his sack and pulled out a treat,
a magical gem, all glowing with heat!
The dragon paused, its eyes fixed on the stone,
its firey breath ceased, its anger overthrown,
with a gentle toss, St Nick sent it away,
and the dragon, now calm, had no reason to stay.
It flew off to its lair, deep in the night,
leaving St Night to continue his flight.
He turned with a wink, and went back to his work,
filling the guards stockings with a banksitter's smirk.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
and filled all the stockings, and turned with a laugh,
and laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a node, to the skies he arose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a bellow,
and away they all flew - leaving the guards quite mellow.
But they heard him exclaim before he flew out of sight,
Happy Yuletide to Siege, and thanks for the fight!
not a creature was stirring, except for a boar.
The swords were all hung by the hearth with great care,
in hopes that Krampus would leave them right there.
The knights were nestled all snug in their beds,
while dreams of dragon-fire danced through their heads,
and the mage in his tower, with spellbook and cap,
was about to settle down for a magical nap.
When out in Britain's streets arose such a clatter,
the guards sprang from their posts to see what was the matter.
Away to the battlements they ran like a deer,
arming their crossbows, and readying their gear.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave an eerie luster to objects below,
when what the their wondering eyes did appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight armoured reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
the guards looked at one another, saying "throw him in the nick!"
but more rapid that harpies his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and dodged arrows aflame.
"Now Doomdeer, now Destard, now Despise and Deceit,
On Hyloth, on Wrong, On Shame, move your feet!
To the top of the king's castle, to the top of the wall,
Now slash away, slash away, slash away all!
As shurikens from the elite ninjas hands fly,
when they met with an obstacle, they caused it to die,
So up to the castle-top the coursers they flew,
leaving debris and ruins and fireballs too.
And then in a twinkling, was heard on Blackthorn's roof,
the thundering and pounding of each armoured hoof,
As the guards they came running, to turn the intruders around,
Down the castle chimney St Nicholas did bound!
He was dressed all in chainmail, from head to foot,
His robes and cloak all tarnished with ashes and soot,
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,
Looking like a harmless peddler just opening a pack.
His eyes though, they glowed, like daemon flame a-ready,
His cheeks were all burnished, his sword grip was steady,
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and his beard and mustache were as white as the snow.
When out of the shadows, with a road and a flame,
a dragon appeared, wild and untamed!
Its scales were like fire, its eyes fill of spite,
this beast was clearly here, to ruin the night!
But St Nick was unfazed, he stood tall and brave,
for he had a plan, Yuletide to save,
He reached in his sack and pulled out a treat,
a magical gem, all glowing with heat!
The dragon paused, its eyes fixed on the stone,
its firey breath ceased, its anger overthrown,
with a gentle toss, St Nick sent it away,
and the dragon, now calm, had no reason to stay.
It flew off to its lair, deep in the night,
leaving St Night to continue his flight.
He turned with a wink, and went back to his work,
filling the guards stockings with a banksitter's smirk.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
and filled all the stockings, and turned with a laugh,
and laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a node, to the skies he arose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a bellow,
and away they all flew - leaving the guards quite mellow.
But they heard him exclaim before he flew out of sight,
Happy Yuletide to Siege, and thanks for the fight!
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I missed seeing the singing Christmas Wyrm this year. Santa and the elf had a rough year and was unable to have the party. Hopefully next year will be better for us. Wishing you and yours a merry holiday season.