THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

[Tom]

'Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the train

Not a creature was stirring,

save Blackadder in pain.

 

The shotguns were hung

by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Cthulhu

soon would be there.

 

The investigators were nestled

all snug in their bunks,

Arm, chest and leg

packed away safely in trunks.

 

And Betty in her kerchief,

and Higgins in his cap,

Had just settled down

for a long winter's nap -

 

When out in the lounge

there arose such a clatter

We all sprang from our beds

to see what was the matter.

 

Reggie tripped over Baldrick

with his usual panache,

Tommy fell onto William

who threw up in the trash.

 

Blackadder burst into the room

and started to shout,

fell over the trunk

and knocked himself out.

 

When what sight to our

wondering eyes should bring

but a miniature sleigh

and eight tiny squidling.

 

With a cephalapod driver

so slimey and blue,

we knew in a moment

it must be Cthulhu!

 

More rapid than Elders

his spawn as they came,

and he squealed and screeched

and called them by name.

 

"Now, Basher! now, Rancid!

now, Cancer and Xixen!

On, Vomit! on, Putrid!

on, Spawner and Blitzen! -

 

To the end of the train,

spread your horror and fright,

do it quickly and well

or no manflesh tonight!"

 

As dry leaves that before

the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle

mount to the sky,

 

So down to the train

the squidlings they oozed,

With a sleigh full of Deep Ones -

all part of the ruse.

 

And then, in a twinkling,

as we witnessed this spectacle,

we heard the slithering and sucking

of each tiny tentacle.

 

As Blackadder sat up

and William gave a huge belch

Down the chimney Cthulhu

came with a squelch:

 

He was covered all in slime

in his eye an evil wink,

And his tentacles all covered

with ashes and ink.

 

A bundle of lawn gnomes

he had flung on his back,

And he looked like Hell's Peddler

just opening his sack.

 

His scales, how they glistened!

his eyes, how merry!

His cheeks were all rotten

his nose grey and hairy;

 

His cavernous mouth

was draw up like a bow,

and the blood on his chin

had an unholy glow.

 

The stump of a leg

he held tight in his teeth,

And the blood, it encircled

his head like a wreath.

 

He had a broad face

and a big moldy belly

That shook, when he laughed,

like a boat full of jelly.

 

He was laughing and screeching -

a right jolly old squid:

And I laughed when I saw him,

in spite of my dread;

 

A wink of an eye,

and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know

we might soon all be dead.

 

He spoke not a word,

but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings

with the Lad, Lass and Turk.

 

Then, curling a tentacle

around Baldrick's nose,

And giving a nod,

up the chimney he rose.

 

He metamorphed in his sleigh,

to his spawn gave a shriek,

And away they all went

with an ungodly reek.

 

But I heard him exclaim,

ere they oozed out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all,

and to all a good night!"

 

 

Happy Holidays to All!

[oleg1364424405]

Die Poeten sind unter uns...

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So kann man sich richtig auf Weihnachten einstimmen.

Hast du sowas öfters Tom, das Du ein poetischen Moment hast?

[Tom]

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nö ich bin kein Poet das hab ich per Mail bekommen und auf der Strange Aeon Mailingliste dürfte es auch in Umlauf sein. Ich hab es einfach nur hier reingestellt weil ich es passend fand.

[Tom]

und etwas abgewandelt:

 

'Twas the night before Chthulhu-mas,

and all through the dungeon

Not a creature was stirring,

Not even a deep one.

 

The altars were built

by the oven with care,

In hopes that Cthulhu

soon would be there.

 

The cultists were nestled

all snug in their holes,

while nightmares of lost R'lyeh

tortured their souls

 

And Curwin in his kerchief,

and I in my cap,

Had just settled down

for a long winter's nap -

 

When up in the morgue

there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my coffin

to see what was the matter.

 

The moon on the breast

of the newly spawned mi-go

Gave the luster of pale death

to objects below.

 

When what sight to my

wondering eyes should bring

but a miniature sleigh

and eight tiny squidling.

 

With a cephalapod driver

so slimy and blue,

we knew in a moment

it must be Cthulhu!

 

More rapid than Elders

his spawn as they came,

and he squealed and screeched

and called them by name.

 

"Now, Basher! now, Rancid!

now, Cancer and Xixen!

On, Vomit! on, Putrid!

on, Spawner and Blitzen! -

 

To the end of the earth,

spread your horror and fright,

do it quickly and well

or no man-flesh tonight!"

 

As Byakees that before

the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle

mount to the sky,

 

So up to the graveyard

the squidlings they crawled,

With a sleigh full of bodies -

All oiled and shaved bald

 

And then, in a twinkling,

as we witnessed this spectacle,

we heard the slithering and sucking

of each tiny tentacle.

 

As I witnessed these sights

that nearly drove me insane,

slithering out from the oven,

dread Cthulhu came.

 

He was covered all in slime

in his eye an evil wink,

And his tentacles all covered

with ashes and ink.

 

A bundle of corpses

he had flung on his back,

And he looked like Hell's Peddler

just opening his pack.

 

His scales, how they glistened!

his eyes, how fiery!

His cheeks were all rotten

his nose gray and hairy;

 

His cavernous mouth

was drawn up like a bow,

and the blood on his chin

had an unholy glow.

 

The stump of a leg

he held tight in his teeth,

And the blood, it encircled

his beak like a wreath.

 

He had a broad face

and a big moldy belly

That shook, when he laughed,

like a boat full of jelly.

 

He was laughing and screeching -

a right jolly old squid:

And I laughed when I saw him,

in spite of my dread;

 

A wink of an eye,

and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know

we would soon all be dead.

 

He spoke not a word,

but went straight to his work,

disemboweling the cadavers and

wrenching their necks with a jerk.

 

Then, curling his tentacles

In a gruesome pose,

And giving a nod,

up the chimney he rose.

 

He metamorphosed in his sleigh,

to his spawn gave a shriek,

And away they all flew

with an ungodly reek.

 

But I heard him exclaim,

a last dreadful warning,

"Merry Cthulhu-mas to all,

for you'll be dead before morning!"