Tom Posted December 17, 2002 Report Share Posted December 17, 2002 'Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the trainNot a creature was stirring,save Blackadder in pain. The shotguns were hungby the chimney with care,In hopes that Cthulhusoon would be there. The investigators were nestledall snug in their bunks,Arm, chest and legpacked away safely in trunks. And Betty in her kerchief,and Higgins in his cap,Had just settled downfor a long winter's nap - When out in the loungethere arose such a clatterWe all sprang from our bedsto see what was the matter. Reggie tripped over Baldrickwith his usual panache,Tommy fell onto Williamwho threw up in the trash. Blackadder burst into the roomand started to shout,fell over the trunkand knocked himself out. When what sight to ourwondering eyes should bringbut a miniature sleighand eight tiny squidling. With a cephalapod driverso slimey and blue,we knew in a momentit must be Cthulhu! More rapid than Eldershis spawn as they came,and he squealed and screechedand 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 wellor no manflesh tonight!" As dry leaves that beforethe wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstaclemount to the sky, So down to the trainthe 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 suckingof each tiny tentacle. As Blackadder sat upand William gave a huge belchDown the chimney Cthulhucame with a squelch: He was covered all in slimein his eye an evil wink,And his tentacles all coveredwith ashes and ink. A bundle of lawn gnomeshe had flung on his back,And he looked like Hell's Peddlerjust opening his sack. His scales, how they glistened!his eyes, how merry!His cheeks were all rottenhis nose grey and hairy; His cavernous mouthwas draw up like a bow,and the blood on his chinhad an unholy glow. The stump of a leghe held tight in his teeth,And the blood, it encircledhis head like a wreath. He had a broad faceand a big moldy bellyThat 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 knowwe might soon all be dead. He spoke not a word,but went straight to his work,And filled all the stockingswith the Lad, Lass and Turk. Then, curling a tentaclearound 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 wentwith 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! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oleg1364424405 Posted December 17, 2002 Report Share Posted December 17, 2002 Die Poeten sind unter uns... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Avatar Posted December 17, 2002 Report Share Posted December 17, 2002 So kann man sich richtig auf Weihnachten einstimmen.Hast du sowas öfters Tom, das Du ein poetischen Moment hast? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tom Posted December 17, 2002 Author Report Share Posted December 17, 2002 @Avatar,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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tom Posted December 19, 2002 Author Report Share Posted December 19, 2002 und etwas abgewandelt: 'Twas the night before Chthulhu-mas,and all through the dungeonNot a creature was stirring,Not even a deep one. The altars were builtby the oven with care,In hopes that Cthulhusoon would be there. The cultists were nestledall snug in their holes,while nightmares of lost R'lyehtortured their souls And Curwin in his kerchief,and I in my cap,Had just settled downfor a long winter's nap - When up in the morguethere arose such a clatterI sprang from my coffinto see what was the matter. The moon on the breast of the newly spawned mi-goGave the luster of pale death to objects below. When what sight to mywondering eyes should bringbut a miniature sleighand eight tiny squidling. With a cephalapod driverso slimy and blue,we knew in a momentit must be Cthulhu! More rapid than Eldershis spawn as they came,and he squealed and screechedand 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 wellor no man-flesh tonight!" As Byakees that beforethe wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstaclemount to the sky, So up to the graveyardthe 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 suckingof each tiny tentacle. As I witnessed these sightsthat nearly drove me insane,slithering out from the oven,dread Cthulhu came. He was covered all in slimein his eye an evil wink,And his tentacles all coveredwith ashes and ink. A bundle of corpseshe had flung on his back,And he looked like Hell's Peddlerjust opening his pack. His scales, how they glistened!his eyes, how fiery!His cheeks were all rottenhis nose gray and hairy; His cavernous mouthwas drawn up like a bow,and the blood on his chinhad an unholy glow. The stump of a leghe held tight in his teeth,And the blood, it encircledhis beak like a wreath. He had a broad faceand a big moldy bellyThat 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 knowwe would soon all be dead. He spoke not a word,but went straight to his work,disemboweling the cadavers andwrenching their necks with a jerk. Then, curling his tentaclesIn 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 flewwith an ungodly reek. But I heard him exclaim,a last dreadful warning,"Merry Cthulhu-mas to all, for you'll be dead before morning!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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