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[dkscribe88]

The Fight Before Skekmas

A parody poem for my dear friend TunnelScreamer

  The Fight before Skekmas

‘Twas the night before Skekmas, and all throughout Thra

Few creatures were stirring, not even the Maudra

Feast tables were set by the great hearths with care

For use by the Skeksis, to gorge scrumptious fare

 Many a Gelfling lay snug in their beds

Dreaming of tithes or the nurlocs they’d fed

Tavra sharpened her sword, SkekSa worked on her map

Fara slept on her throne, Baffi curled in her lap

 In the Citadel courtyard there arose such a clatter

Tavra darted outside to see whose knees she must shatter

Diving out her window, sword ready for a clash

She landed in the snow, looking noble and brash

 The Sisters shone brightly, casting a luminous glow

The paladin looked around, not expecting the blow

A dark figure loomed over; face twisted in a smug leer

Tavra turned ‘round to face her foe, eyes wide, but without fear

 In the paladin’s mind things suddenly clicked

This stranger was not one whose ass must be kicked

A snowball in each hand, her red-haired lover was to blame

Tavra stood up from the ground, feeling foolish and ashamed

 “Oh, Sifa. Oh, lover. My Far-Dreamer and Vixen!

I do so believe I’ve got revenge that needs fixin’!”

Tavra scooped up some snow, formed it into a ball

The night ended in laughs, with an epic snow-brawl

 Merry Christmas, TS!