'Twas the night B4 Christmas...

'Twas the night B4 Christmas, when all through the palace 

Not a creature was stirring, not without malice; 

The wargear was placed by the guard post with care, 

In fears that The Primordial Annihilator soon would be there; 

The Primarchs were nestled all snug in stasis beds; 

While visions of compliances danced in their heads; 

And Malcky in his hood, and I in my throne, 

Had just settled our minds for a long wait alone, 

When out on the walls there arose such a clatter, 

I sprang from my throne to see what was the matter. 

Away to the window I flew like a flash, 

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 

The moon on the breast of the Himalayan snow, 

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, 

When what to my wondering eyes came from afar, 

But a miniature daemon and an eight pointed star, 

A little old daemon so lively and slick, 

I knew in a moment we must ready ourselves quick. 

More rapid than eagles his curses they came, 

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: 

"Now, Lion! now, Leman! now Fulgrim and Vulkan! 

Oh, Corax! oh, Curze! oh, Lorgar come Magnus! 

To the top of the warp! to the top of the world! 

Now cast away! Cast away! Cast away all!" 

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 

When they meet with an obstacle, mount up to the sky; 

So up to the palace top the stasis tubes flew 

With my heart full of tears, and a fearful future too— 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof 

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. 

As I drew in my head, and was turning around, 

In the basement warp creatures came with a bound. 

They were draped all in blood, from they're head to they're foot, 

And they're heads were all wreathed with ashes and soot; 

A bundle of souls they had burned with a look, 

And they appeared like a nightmare from some ancient book. 

They're eyes—how they twinkled! The horns, all splayed! 

They're skins were like embers, their teeth like a blade! 

It’s drooling little mouth was drawn up and bowed, 

And the blood on it's skin was fresh as it flowed; 

The stump of a guard it held tight in it's teeth, 

And smoke, it encircled it's form like a wreath; 

He had a broad face and a furnace like sword 

That shook when he laughed, and glowed when he roared. 

He was muscled and taught, a right fearsome sight, 

And I halted when I saw him, not the first time that night; 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head 

Soon gave me to know I had something to dread; 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 

And dispatched all the Custodes; then turned with a jerk, 

And laying his finger aside of his head, 

And giving a nod, into the warp rift he bled; 

They sprang to they're master, as to his team gave a holla, 

And away they all melted like smoke on the water. 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he dropped out of sight— 

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Merry Christmas 

from

Col. Hertford, Tylar Fasolt & King Fluff

Here's to a Heresy filled new year