Author's Note: Okay, because I'm so generous (well, really because I completely forgot about this until recently) I've decided to write a parody of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, featuring our favorite characters from Cirque Du Freak! The only problem is I didn't portrey it exactly as it happened in the book, so I hope you don't mind that. Well, enjoy , and Merry Christmas!
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the tunnels,
Only Murlough was strirring, with his little bundle.
Evra was hung from the ceiling with care,
But God, how he wished he didn't have to be there!
And the fiend was nestled, all snug in his bed,
While visions of bloodshed danced in his head.
And Darren in his 'kerchief, and Larten with dues,
Had just settled their brains for a long midnight's rescue.
Then out in the sewers, there arose such a clatter,
Murlough sprang from the post to see what was the matter.
Away through the tunnels he flew like a flash,
Tearing away darkness, and grinning like mad.
The eyes of the beast upon the old, rotten waste,
Gave anything away to the creature making haste.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a tall vampire, and eight glowing leers.
With a vibrant assistant, making such a brave stand
He soon knew it must be Crepsley and Shan.
More rapid than eagles Larten's coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Harkat! Now, Paris! Now, Arrow and Mika!
On, Kurda! On, Gavner! On, on Arra and Seba!
The time has come! Trap him now!
Now fly Onward! Fly onward! Fly onward all!"
As quick wings that before the wild ambush fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So onto Murlough, the coursers they flew,
Heeded by Darren and Mr. Crepsley too.
And then, in a twinkling, the bats did their work,
The biting and drink of each little perk.
They made short work of him, this madman of shame,
Soon he was nothing but a corpse all the same.
Larten stepped forward, dressed in red from head to toe,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and gore.
A bottle of blood he now held in his hand,
And he looked like a cannibal, just having a snack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His smile how regal!
His cloak was like roses, his nose like an eagle's!
His long gash of a mouth was drawn up in a bow,
And the flesh of his body was white as the snow.
Though the darkness Darren and he flew,
To save the snake-boy of whom they knew.
They found him, save thanks, in basically good shape,
Though for all Evra knew, Debbie was in a scrape.
The explanations they came, with severe rightness,
Evra laughed in spite of himself, glad for existence!
A wink of Larten's eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let the snake-boy know he had nothing to dread.
Darren spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Disposed of the bodies, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the manhole they rose!
They sprang out of hell, to the bats gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Evra heard someone exclaim, 'ere they flitted out of sight,
The voice came from above, though there was nothing in sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"