Lord Hanaur Posted December 26, 2014 Report Share Posted December 26, 2014 Twas the Day after Christmas and all the through the Sectornot a tombship was stirring, none on attack vectors,The stations all manned by men with blank staresIn hopes that the Nemesor soon would be there.The soldiers were all nestled all snug in their bunksWhile Cro-hypersleep kept sane the warrior monksMothership in her dry dock, and I and the 'CapHad frozen our brains for a long Warping napwhen out on the flight deck arose such a clamorbattle claxon going and the servitors-a-chatterI sprang from my cryotube to see what's the matter.Seen On the scanner, I knew like a flashHit the red button, our sleep couldn't lastThe moon on the heads up scanners were slowGiving us data of many large objects belowWhen on what, to my surprise, did scanners focus in?But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny WolfkinWith an imposing armed driver among the starsI knew in a moment he must be GrimnarMore rapid than Falchions, his coursers they cameand he whistled and shouted and called them by name"Now Smasher! now Crasher! Now Fang and Vixen!On, Comet! on, Ripper! on Thunder and Blitzer!Put the enemy to torch! Pike their heads on the wall!Now pad away! Pad away! Pad away all!"Like Vindettas as they take to the skyWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;so up to the ship the coursers they leptwith the sleigh full of weapons Logan Grimnar keptAnd then, in a blinking, I heard but not sawGrowling and pawing of each little wolf pawAs I cleared my slow head and was turning aroundAt my gunners throat came Wolfkin in singular boundsLogan dressed in furs, from his head to his heelsHis armor now all tarnished with his recent killsA bundle of swords he had flung on his backand he looked like a pedler of death come to sackHis eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a sneerAnd the souls of my men were filled with true fearThe stump of my gunner he held in his teeth,and the blood it covered his armor like a sheathHe had a broad axe and a rotund round bellythat shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jellyHe was chubby and plump, a right menacing old manI laughed not when I saw what he'd done to poor Stana wink of his eye, twisting off poor Stan's headsoon gave me to know I had everything to dreadHe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.Decapitating bridge crew, then turned with a jerkAnd laying a finger along his nose,And giving a nod, out the airlock he goes;He sprang to his sleigh, to his beasts gave the orderand away all they bounded, the gruesome work sorted.But I heard him exclaim from behind my hiding place"Come again to Fenris and I'll rip off your face!"-Josef McCoy 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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