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T'was the Night Before Christmas
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Just something I whipped up a week or so ago... Posted it on another website http://www.championsonlineroleplayers.com, to be exact.
It's just as long as the original Christmas poem and I tried my best to stick as close as possible to the rhyming scheme it had going... It's the night before Christmas as seen through the eyes of my character Rezz. I struggled a bit at the end, there... It's hard to find words that rhyme with whistle or thistle >:O. Anyway, enjoy.
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the lab,
A concoction was stirring, and it's color was drab.
The Bunsen burner was lit, producing heat with a flare,
In hopes of conclusive results, he awaited with a stare.
While the everyman slept, snug and warm in their bed,
Rezz solved their problems and shouldered their dread.
Tired and worn, giving way to mishap,
Rezz worked through the night, forgoing even a nap.
Over his comm. unit, he'd heard police chatter,
Idle conversation? Mischief afoot? Of course, it'd be the latter.
On Christmas of all days, these thugs were quite brash,
They'd murdered a family, sold their presents for cash.
Rezz left his lab, his own gifts to bestow,
For these murderous Scrooges, he'd spill their blood on the snow.
To their worrying eyes, their executioner would appear,
What was once brim-ming with murderous greed was now quaking with fear.
Men so evil, prayed their death would be quick,
The scene that would follow would render even the strongest stomachs sick.
No chance for escape, bodies ravaged and maimed,
Rezz felt no sympathy, stood up proudly and proclaimed!
"Now, Murderers! Now, Rapists! All wicked since birth!
Oh, Psychopaths! Oh, scum of the Earth!
Your blood will rain from the skies, your bodies will fall!
You'll reap what you sow, when I answer the call!"
Police sirens, they wailed, they scream, and they cry,
Rezz's job now done, spread his wings, took to the sky.
Up in the night, passed a sleigh full of toys as he flew,
Exchanging solemn glances, the sleighs pilot, he knew.
The police would arrive, their case lacking in proof,
It was late Christmas Eve, the laws thoughts were aloof.
They'd taped off the area where the bodies were found,
Justice was served, it was smeared all around.
Rezz returned home, blood stained from his head to his boot,
He'd wash it all off and pray for no more mischief afoot.
The monstrous man would wash clean the wings that grew out of his back,
But could not wash away thoughts of his unspeakable act.
His eyes, now so heavy. His demeanor now weary,
A hint of regret, oh the thoughts he would carry.
Was he wrong? Of course not, the victims families, they'd know,
Their only regret would be missing the show.
The loved ones of the dead, onto Rezz, would bequeath,
Their rage, their fury! They would cry out for blood through their teeth!
The thought of their loss brought a pain to his belly,
These criminals deserved to be beaten to jelly!
Rezz dried himself off, gazing in the mirror upon himself,
He knew what needed to be done and his doubts he would shelf.
A strained, tired sigh, a shake of his head,
"Better the innocent safe, the corrupt slain in their stead..."
With his worries aside, it was straight back to work,
Still plagued with rogue thoughts, a brow he would quirk.
"Not much I can do here... back to the city, I suppose."
And so he set out, again on the path that he chose.
For the people, their safety, he'd become their vessel,
To keep them safe from criminals, he'd seek them out like a missile.
The last words they would hear, as they were met with a fight,
"Merry Christmas, you scum, you die on this night.
Edit: ...This word filter is terribad. It filtered out brim-ming. RAGE
It's just as long as the original Christmas poem and I tried my best to stick as close as possible to the rhyming scheme it had going... It's the night before Christmas as seen through the eyes of my character Rezz. I struggled a bit at the end, there... It's hard to find words that rhyme with whistle or thistle >:O. Anyway, enjoy.
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the lab,
A concoction was stirring, and it's color was drab.
The Bunsen burner was lit, producing heat with a flare,
In hopes of conclusive results, he awaited with a stare.
While the everyman slept, snug and warm in their bed,
Rezz solved their problems and shouldered their dread.
Tired and worn, giving way to mishap,
Rezz worked through the night, forgoing even a nap.
Over his comm. unit, he'd heard police chatter,
Idle conversation? Mischief afoot? Of course, it'd be the latter.
On Christmas of all days, these thugs were quite brash,
They'd murdered a family, sold their presents for cash.
Rezz left his lab, his own gifts to bestow,
For these murderous Scrooges, he'd spill their blood on the snow.
To their worrying eyes, their executioner would appear,
What was once brim-ming with murderous greed was now quaking with fear.
Men so evil, prayed their death would be quick,
The scene that would follow would render even the strongest stomachs sick.
No chance for escape, bodies ravaged and maimed,
Rezz felt no sympathy, stood up proudly and proclaimed!
"Now, Murderers! Now, Rapists! All wicked since birth!
Oh, Psychopaths! Oh, scum of the Earth!
Your blood will rain from the skies, your bodies will fall!
You'll reap what you sow, when I answer the call!"
Police sirens, they wailed, they scream, and they cry,
Rezz's job now done, spread his wings, took to the sky.
Up in the night, passed a sleigh full of toys as he flew,
Exchanging solemn glances, the sleighs pilot, he knew.
The police would arrive, their case lacking in proof,
It was late Christmas Eve, the laws thoughts were aloof.
They'd taped off the area where the bodies were found,
Justice was served, it was smeared all around.
Rezz returned home, blood stained from his head to his boot,
He'd wash it all off and pray for no more mischief afoot.
The monstrous man would wash clean the wings that grew out of his back,
But could not wash away thoughts of his unspeakable act.
His eyes, now so heavy. His demeanor now weary,
A hint of regret, oh the thoughts he would carry.
Was he wrong? Of course not, the victims families, they'd know,
Their only regret would be missing the show.
The loved ones of the dead, onto Rezz, would bequeath,
Their rage, their fury! They would cry out for blood through their teeth!
The thought of their loss brought a pain to his belly,
These criminals deserved to be beaten to jelly!
Rezz dried himself off, gazing in the mirror upon himself,
He knew what needed to be done and his doubts he would shelf.
A strained, tired sigh, a shake of his head,
"Better the innocent safe, the corrupt slain in their stead..."
With his worries aside, it was straight back to work,
Still plagued with rogue thoughts, a brow he would quirk.
"Not much I can do here... back to the city, I suppose."
And so he set out, again on the path that he chose.
For the people, their safety, he'd become their vessel,
To keep them safe from criminals, he'd seek them out like a missile.
The last words they would hear, as they were met with a fight,
"Merry Christmas, you scum, you die on this night.
Edit: ...This word filter is terribad. It filtered out brim-ming. RAGE
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For you to share it with us, a gesture most swell.
A story most dark, yet a message with light
As the villains deserving, saw their last night.
An origin I will share, if you wish to read.
A tale of evil, a tale of greed.
I hope that you will like, reading the plight
Of another doomed soul, on christmas eve night
A story of darkness, a tale without light
But an origin that did not end this night
Hearth's Origin