Twas the night before dust warming and all through the school,

Not a student was stirring, not a single fool.

But Nox sat all broody,

Convinced he had to be moody.

It was then Ruby awoke with a snap,

Awake from her nap.

Beside her lay Yang,

Who no one would bang

Lest their nuts be crushed to dust and they feel a terrible pain.

Ovmahn strut in with a grin on his face.

He donned a winter's dress, in a strange shape.

The dress was dashed with colour,

And his behaviour was odd.

Ruby sprang forth to end his facade.

Her fist bared forth and collided with his jaw.

Ovmahn merely laughed as she began the brawl.

Nox heaved a sigh and readied his stance.

Ovmahn moved forth in a flourishing dance.

Nox grabbed him by the collar and tossed him about the room.

Ruby laid in wait, hand on a broom.

Ovmahn flew fast, but Ruby was faster,

With a broom to the face, she proved to be a master.

Ovmahn slumped to the floor, defeated and low,

Nox tied him in a knot faster than Blake ties a bow.

Ovmahn lay silent, LSD leaking on the floor.

His eyes drooped wearily and he was soon out cold.

Nox laid down and was soon asleep too.

Ruby curled up next to him and whispered, "Merry dust warming to you."