Ryan Brodesser
Twas the night before christmas
and all through the store
not a single D20 was stirring
And still was the door
The supplies were all stocked and leveled with care
In hope that Gary Gygax
Would soon be there
The DMS were gone, and tables lay still
the clumps of miniatures lay in bags
ready to cause more thrill
and all the new items had been clipped with new tags
And the manager in his clean coat
just gone out for the night
Going to see his family
Turned off the light
When all of a sudden came such a sound
and such a noise never heard from any nerd
But as people squinted to see
It was plain to see it wasn't a plane man or bird
Away to the window I quickly raced
Swift as an elf
Quicker then Shadowfax in haste
Past the window shelf
The moon shined on street
As I looked upon the night sky
The sight gave my eyes and amazing treat
And I gazed hoping my eyes did not lie
In an awful laugh, from too many revels
What should appear?
But a huge obsidian chariot
Driven by eight tiny Devils
In the back, a massive helmed rider
rode a lost king
I knew in an instant
That he must be looking for the final ring
Faster than an X-wing fighter
His drivers came
And the figure screeched
and hissed
and whispered each
by their name
Now Caiman
Now Daiman
now fire and flame!
rise and take the world
by fire and pain!
on minions, on fast as you can
go, by fire and woe
I can be slain by no man!
To the top he went, and landed with a thump
my heart stopped beating,
the devils landed in a messy clump
and slowly the rider rose, unchained from his seating
The great figure looked ever searching
turning his horned head
the sleigh stopped it's lurching
Like the walking dead
What it was thinking, nobody knows
but it stopped for a moment
and reached under it's clothes
It's demonic steeds hissed with fright
and quivered with fear
As the dark creature reached into the night
As if searching for something near
Then it stopped, and stared into glass
And I feared for my life
I had been discovered at last
I watched in terror, as he pulled out his knife
And then quick as a flash, as if cast with haste
It jumped out into its sleigh
And with a crack and a cry, away he raced
No doubt to find his prey
And before he roared,
Away into the night
He waved his gleaming sword
Then disappeared from sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............nice job.....I enjoyed this write....and the night before Christmas is one of my favourite poems...