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The Fight before Skekmas
‘Twas the night before Skekmas, and all throughout Thra
Few creatures were stirring, not even the Maudra
Feast tables were set by the great hearths with care
For use by the Skeksis, to gorge scrumptious fare
Many a Gelfling lay snug in their beds
Dreaming of tithes or the nurlocs they’d fed
Tavra sharpened her sword, SkekSa worked on her map
Fara slept on her throne, Baffi curled in her lap
In the Citadel courtyard there arose such a clatter
Tavra darted outside to see whose knees she must shatter
Diving out her window, sword ready for a clash
She landed in the snow, looking noble and brash
The Sisters shone brightly, casting their luminous glow
The paladin looked around, not expecting the blow
A dark figure loomed over; face twisted in a leer
Tavra turned to face her foe, eyes wide, but without fear
In the paladin’s mind things suddenly clicked
This stranger was not one whose ass must be kicked
A snowball in each hand, her red-haired lover was to blame
Tavra stood up from the ground, feeling foolish and ashamed
“Oh, Sifa. Oh, lover. My Far-Dreamer and Vixen!
I do so believe I’ve got revenge that needs fixin’!”
Tavra scooped up some snow, formed it into a ball
The night ended in laughs, with an epic snow-brawl