Twas the night before battle and all through the field,
all the orcs were stirring, not stopping to yield.
The skulls were hung from their neck with care
In hopes that the CHRISTMAS EMPEROR was there.
The bodies were nestled all snug, covered in red,
while visions of bolter shots rang through their heads.
With Veterans in their squads, and I in my cap,
had settled our blood thirst for a long winter nap.
When out on the frontlines there was such a chatter
I sprang from the Rhino to see what was the matter.
Away from the Rhino I flew in a flash,
Hell and fire came up with a blast.
Blood Moons came dashing up in winter snow,
gave run on the bodies below.
When what, to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a glorious blaze of the emperors fear.
When the massive emperor appeared, burning flash quick,
I knew in my head that this was no trick.
More rapid than eagles his blaze came,
And he screamed and shouted and the marines called him by name.
"PRAISE BE THE EMPEROR FOR HE IS THE GLORIOUS.
ON HORROR! ON FEAR! ON BLOOD! ON HERETICS!"
As the dried bodies from below fly,
stopping when they meet and obstacle, risen to the sky.
So to the front lines the couriers flew,
Hands full of bolters and glory too.
Then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof,
The beating and running of each Orc hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
A bullet passed by, speeding with no bound.
We were dressed in armor, from head to foot,
All tarnished with ashes and soot.
A heavy bolter pulled from the sack,
"GLORY TO THE EMPEROR!" The Commander screamed as he turned his back.
The screams drowned how very merry,
blood sprayed around, the color of a cherry.
The war was started, drawn like a bow,
as destruction commenced, covered in snow.
The stump of a cigar he held in his teeth,
the smoke from a bolter encircled his head like a wreath.
He soon had a sniper bullet right in his belly,
his organs spraying like a shotgun loaded with jelly.
They murdered and wared against the green hulking elf,
And I screamed in fury when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A dash of the foot and a snap of the head,
The orc was dead, and we had nothing to dread.
The commander spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
diving in the shadows, vanishing with into the lurk.
As a bullet hit the upside of his nose,
spraying blood up his head rose.
We sprang to our Rhino and with a hissing whistle,
bullets flew by, pricking like a thistle.
And we screamed at the orcs as they drove out of sight,
"RUN FROM THE EMPEROR, YOU ARE ALL COWARDS TONIGHT."
HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS OR FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE,
-The Christmas Emperor
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