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Thought I would share:

'Twas the night before 986996.M41, and all through the station
All there was clear, there was no abomination.

My helmet was set on the desk to my right,
On the chance that I was to need it that night.

The guardsmen were ensconced, asleep in their beds,
All the tanks too were safe, secure in the sheds.

Marines in the barracks, some manning the wall,
Assured me that the bastion never would fall.

When out in the yard there arose such discord
I grabbed up my bolter and unsheathed my sword.

Away to the window, I ran to take aim
As the marines around me all did the same.

My bionic eye turned the night into day
Allowed me to see, and to seek out my prey.

When what did my loyal ocular show,
But an ancient conveyance, knee-deep in the snow.

The vehicle was pulled by horned quadrupeds
And a fiery red nimbus glowed from the sled.

The driver was mighty, his eyes full of scorn,
Dressed all in crimson like a servant of Khorne.

I gestured for other to shoot without pause,
For I was now certain this was Santa Claus.

"Fire Marines! Fire Guardsmen! Fire Ogryn and Ratlings!
Fire bolters! Fire lasguns! Fire mortars and gatlings!"

"You in the courtyard and you men on the walls!
Now blast away! Blast away! Blast away all!"

But all through this maelstrom the evil one flew,
Past plasma and bolt shells and frag that we threw!

And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof
The vile cavorting of each decadent hoof.

Screaming my orders, I spun quickly around,
As down the chimney shaft it came with a bound.

I saw its eyes glow, its vast stomach gurgle,
Bloated and fat, like a deamon of Nurgle.

Blinded by anger, I attacked with a scream -
Charged into battle with my brave Space Marines.

As we thundered towards him, closing the rift,
He reached in his satchel and pulled out a gift.

Then it tossed the vile boxes - I fell in a stoop,
As they arced through the air at me and my troops.

The wrapped missiles fell short, and plopped at our feet,
Our morale was strong, we did not retreat.

But the marines paused - our charge was disrupted,
They picked up the gifts and were quickly corrupted.

For each box contained a chaotic present -
The marines (dang their souls), found them quite pleasant.

A bolter, a flamer, a new power fist,
The Claus gave to all, and he checked off a list.

It moved through the station and left in its wake,
The sound of bright laughter and the stench of fruit cake.

The others succumbed, but it failed in its goal,
For to me it gave only a small pile of coal.

The station was lost, I could only instruct
The bastion computer to set self-destruct.

I failed to kill him, for I saw as I fled,
The target escaping, quite safe in his sled.

I heard it cry out as the base burst into light,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Ha i liked that pretty fitting. Did you or someone else write it?


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Ha i liked that pretty fitting. Did you or someone else write it?

LOL

Beautiful Dash, just beautiful.

Brought a tear to my xenos eye.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/270071.page

Also from Kid_Kyoto's Xmas compilation:

T'was the night before Emperor's Day,
and he fought all alone,
in a four foot deep trench
lined with plasteel and stone.

I was traveling the warp
with gifts for the land,
when I saw this lone guardsman
making his brave stand.

I looked all about,
I looked near and far,
no Chimera, no Basilisk,
nor Techpriest or Commissar.

No Sergeant yelled orders
to this guardsman - no backing
to fight this ridge full of xeno
formed from pure evil, attacking.

His armor in tatters,
his eyes nearly blind,
A sobering truth
raced through my mind.

His position was doomed,
was my only thought
and this soldier's brave stand
would all be for naught.

The guardsman stared unblinking,
silent and alone,
his lasrifle at the ready
against his shoulder bone.

His gaze was so calm
in the face of calamity,
the perfect picture of
a guardsman of humanity.

Who was this brave hero
whose position I'd spied,
warring against
this unstoppable tide?

I now knew that all humans
I would see this night,
owed their lives to these guardsman
who were willing to fight.

Soon all round the galaxy
the children would play,
and grownups would praise
the bright Emperor's Day.

They all lived their lives
every month of the year,
Because of brave guardsmen
like the one standing here.

A tear came to my eye
for those who stood alone,
on a cold Emperor's Day Eve
on a planet far from home.

Their great sacrifices
I could never betray
So I drew my burning sword
to join in the fray

The soldier did turn
and I heard a rough voice.
"My Emperor, rest easy,
this death is my choice;

I fight for a freedom
that may never be found,
but not ever shall I waver
on your sacred ground."

Then the Guardsman turned
to face the incursions
of the foul xenos and
their unholy perversions

I kept watch for hours,
until the night was still
and the guardsman lay broken
on the bloody red hill.

I could not just leave
on that cold grim dark night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

And as the guardsman lay dying,
his soul strong and pure,
he cried, "Ave Imperator!
It's Emperor's Day! This world is secure!"

I kneeled before the fallen,
A great victory he'd won.
"Happy Emperor's Day my guardsman,
rest in peace, my son."

So each year when I travel
to every sector and zone,
it's brave guardsmen like him
who stand watch on my throne.

Bloody epic. Reminds me of Trans-Siberian Orchestra. They do a version of that poem at their concert every year. Brings tears to my eyes every time I see them.

I have a better one.

SANTA HAS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS

The end.

Brings a tear to C.S. Goto's eyes.

You forgot to inject some 'this pleases him' in there Karon...

And I really didn't get that one either. :(

Karon wrote:I have a better one.

SANTA HAS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS

The end.

Brings a tear to C.S. Goto's eyes.

Does santa drive a landrazor, while backflipping in terminator armor? ;p

Superscope wrote:

Karon wrote:I have a better one.

SANTA HAS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS MULTILAZORS ON HIS MULTILSOR0ZSRS

The end.

Brings a tear to C.S. Goto's eyes.

Does santa drive a landrazor, while backflipping in terminator armor and holding hands with a Stormtrooper? ;p

Fixed it!

They are great poems...or are they stories?I'm not sure of the message in it though