A Marrden Christmas

Edited By Heroscape Elffy

T’was the night before Christmas,
And all through the hive
Not a creature was stirring
Not one was alive
The hive stood there bare
Beneath the bright moon
And seldom a marro
Shook their cocoon.
It’s been long since they drank
And long since they’d fed
As visions of human flesh
Danced in their heads.
But for the spring,
They’d sure await
For as you know
They all hibernate.
They can’t clone in snow
Nor in ice can they swim
Making the season for them
Oh so very grim
But they liked it like this
And they should as well
But they never expected
The faintest sleigh bell.
The first one to wake was
The war witch Kee-Mo-Si
Who stood up as mad as
Anyone could be
The marros around her
Soon too did wake
For the smell of the witch
Is just too much to take
And soon by her stood
The pride of LordRaidor
The marro Ne-Gok-Sa
The true Christmas hater
And the hive was astir
But they didn’t ask why
For a lone marro hollered
“Look up in the sky!”
He was amazed and confused
And looked on with fright
As they all saw the shape
Come forth in the night
On the horizon
It was undoubtedly clear
That a visitor was coming
And he was coming here.
The leaders appeared
And stood by Ne-Gok-Sa
Wo-Sa-Ga, Su-Bak-Na
And even Tor-Kul-Na.
They waited for the command
They knew would come
To accept the stranger
Or force him to run.
The answer, it seemed
Would come from up high
As the first shipment
Came down from the sky
Now the marro population
With all of its troops
Was so massively large
That the gifts came in groups
As the stranger would swoop down
Not much far above
He launch down the capsules
For the marros thereof
Ne-Gok-Sa of course
For he was no liar
Took the drops as a threat
And hollered “return fire!”
Despite the surprise
They received from this call
They could hear the reindeer
And would kill them all.
They did not toil
And they did not whine
As the marro army
Marched into a line
And the guns were passed down
From marro to marro
The stingers would hit him
Before the sun showed tomorrow
The troops took positions
But the peace was soon shattered
Another capsule was dropped
And the marros then scattered.
Up from the swamps
The drudges took aim
And the sleigh swung around
With the roar of a plane
And stingers aimed
Their Guns to the air
While Me-Burq-Sa watched
With his horrible stare
And in unison it seemed
They began to fire
And the sleigh far above
Rose yet higher.
The sky was alight
With blue and green
And red and orange
And some tangerine
They would never know
It seemed like a dream
How they could make a gun
That shot tangerine
The sleigh swooped down
Dodging the shots
And skimmed right on over
All the hive lots
And the marro ceased fire
They just briefly stopped
As a marrden bridge fell
As another capsule dropped.
The lasers were flying
Some marros were dying
The sleigh was still riding
And Tor-Kul-Na was crying
Not matter how hard
And how well they’d aim
The drops continued
They always came
Swamp pieces exploded
The rocks were now toast
And the main hive looked like
That one made by Annerios
The whistle of bombs
Filled the night air
And Stalingrad might match
The horror seen there
A marrden troll thought
It could beat it with groks
Most of which died
By being thrown into rocks.
The night was so dark
And the lights were so flashy
The bombs were so loud,
And the hive was all smashy
But the stranger in sleigh
Would not hit ground
No matter how much they shot
He would never go down
And more capsules fell
And took out more fighters
This poem is trademarked, for
All you other writers
And the strong leaders watched
Full of pure terror
When the discovered the sleigh man
Could make no error
And Ne-Gok-Sa decided
As he ran from a bomb
That he would use a weapon
He should have used all along.
He motioned to Su-Bak-Na
And then he did shout
With his blade in the air
“Su, take him out!”
The marro smiled
And replied with “gladly,”
Before riding into the air
All the while cheering madly
The marros below
In unison, stopped shooting
Taking attack dice in mind
All mentally computing
Based on theory
And Heroscape Law
This mid-air battle
Should go to Su-Bak-Na
He searched the sky for the bogey
Clearly showing no fear
But all marros did gasp
As he met a reindeer
Well, that term is to nice
So let me make clear
That the marro was run over
By eight reindeer
Battered and broken
A wing on the ground
In a fit of dark smoke
Su-Bak-Na went down
And the marros below
Let out a scream
For the drudge below the dragon
Now looked like cream
Ne-Gok-Sa just gaped
And stared at the pile
And he stayed like that
For quite a while
While around him the marros
Who knew not what to do
Fired into the sky
Without even a clue
And in the midst of this battle
Ne just shook his head
This man again ruined Christmas
And he wanted him dead
But once again
He had to come back
And Ne-Gok-Sa had failed
With his counterattack
With a mighty cry
He yelled out “retreat!
Fall back to the room
Where we keep the meat!”
And like people fleeing
A Katy Perry concert
The marros retreated
Down into the dirt
And they moved through the tunnels
And the small catacombs
Down into the core hive
Where they called their homes
And then packed themselves in
To the lowest room
Where pig, cattle,
And pork always met their doom
And as the ground above them
Constantly shook
Ne-Gok-Sa realized
That was all it took
It took a crisis like this
When we’re all filled with doubt
To truly discover
what the season’s about
About being together
About being one
To make life an adventure
And to make life fun
And he wondered why
He’d never seen it at all
For maybe it was just that
His heart was two sizes too small
And then he remember
That he had no heart
In fact, look it up
Like on this body chart

And when the bombings above
Began to cease
The marros below
Had found inner peace
They emerged back to the tunnels
And began their ascension
While Su-Bak-Na kept screaming
“I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION!”
But they ignored the marro
As they made their way up
“Do we look at the bombs?”
And Ne-Gok-Sa said “yup.”
And they slowly panned out
And moved over their land
And opened the capsules
Upon Ne-Gok-Sa’s command
And by the light shown on them
By the flashlight of Kee-Mo-Shi
They saw the greatest sight
That they surely ever would see
The gifts rolled out
As the capsule sides fell
With a heavenly noise
And a heavenly smell
And the gifts they had gotten
Were beyond their dreams
And their faces lit up
In the capsules gleams
Plasma guns, clone water
Vests and blades
Body armor, small pets
Horseshoes and shades
And from the hive
Rang out marro joy
As they each grabbed a present
And each opened their toy
They had so much
They couldn’t make a choice
And that was when
They heard the voice.
“On Aldin, on Calvin,
on Funrun, on Bunjee”
“On Truth, on LordRaidor,
on Bruce and on Newbie!”
“Marrden Christmas to all,
And to all a good night!
Happy Holidays to ‘Scapers
Now my dust you may bite!”
And with that,
The marros let out a cheer
As Santa rode off
Showing the whole hive his rear
And despite the sight
That was going on up high
Something was more important
To Ne, then the sky
And that was the capsule
The last on dropped
That had chosen the main
Hive area to have stopped
And as the crowd
Gathered round
Ne-Gok-Sa moved
Without a sound
And with a brief press
Onto the side
The opening door
Began to slide
And as the smoke
Began to clear
A living form
Began to appear
And out walked a marro
Prophesized in lore
A Wave Niner,
Whom we all adore
He stood before them
Just as Truth said
And he gave a smile
And said “Hi, I’m Fred?”
Slowly the marros
Began to chatter
About this marro
And what was the matter.
He seemed too happy
This so called “Fred”
So Ne-Gok-Sa stepped forward
And cut off his head
And the marro fell
He had seemed so zippy
The Warlord spit on his body
“Cut your nails, Hippie!”
And he turned away
From the marro now dead
Pointed to the army
And simply said
“Alright, no more rhyming! Get back to work! Fix this hive, it’s filthy.”
“Sir!”
“If you’re looking for me, I’ll be making body charts in the meat room!”
“YES SIR!”
Happy Holidays, Scapers!