Away through the portal I flew like a flash,
Thank God for high-speed internet - away with dial-up trash!
The moon on the breast of new-patched snow,
I had to click 'Always daylight' to view the objects below.

When what, to my wondering eyes should I spy,
But a miniature monkey, who heaved a great sigh.
With such a little guy, I knew it was a trick!
At any moment Mowen would appear quick!

More rapid than olthoi, his minions they came,
And he grunted, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Assailer! Now Devastator! Now, throwers with coconuts!
On Annihilator! On Mowen! You must kick their butts!
From the top of their heads and below all their shields,
Swing away! Swing away! I need a good meal!"

At me they came, they just seemed to fly
I guess no one else heard them, I can only wonder why....
So across the lawn, on their course they flew
Soon I would be dead, that I just knew.

And then, in a scuffle, I heard on the roof,
The sound of a bow string, it must be Black Duke!
As I drew out my wand, and began to cast
Right by my head, an arrow flew fast!

Down went the monkey! No movement in his feet,
At the mercy of the Chosen, death would they meet!
A pack full of tapers and scarabs had I,
Long life and good loot such equipment will buy.

Mowen's eyes - how they twinkled! His tusks how long!
His armor so thick! And his muscles, how strong!
His droll little mouth drown up like a bow,
He sought our lives, but little does he know...

From out of door, came a Black Mire clad,
It was Dokyto! A mighty warrior who was beyond being mad.
He held a broad shield and a big flaming sword
On the tusks of those monkeys, he was not to be gored.

On the sight of this man, but one they all fled
On this night of their raid, no blood would they shed.
Dokyto was determined and down he would never back,
The House of the Chosen was under attack!

As a group we gathered, one still to slay
Mowen was as at hand, and much was to pay!
While I cast and I cast, debuffs sought I land,
Dok charged and he swung, avoiding Mowen's hand.

Black Duke shot his arrows, with a Twang! they flew,
Mowen they would hit, that much we knew.
In our minds lay no doubt, no wavering or fear
Our Yinchi must we save, to our hearts she is dear!

After spells, after arrows, after fiery strokes,
Down came the beast, and the Kill would Duke gloat!
Our mansion was safe, our clan out of danger
For the Chosen were victorious! (Could this tale get any stranger??)

Away went his body, but loot did he leave,
A trophy from our victory we could not retrieve.
Alas! I was injured, but far from death I stood
But with pride and honor, bear my wounds I would.

As we caught our breath and surveyed they scene
In our eyes came hope, they shone with a gleam.
For we used all our might to fight the good fight
So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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