Post by skycoston on Dec 24, 2011 13:38:09 GMT -5
Confused Memories Edition!!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through CM,
Not a Heartless was stirring, not even Roy and,
The stockings were hung by the banner with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The keybearers were all asleep in their beds,
While visions of big presents danced in their heads.
With Larxene in her ‘kerchief, and Vince in his cape,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the boards there arose such a clatter,
Vince sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows he flew like a flash,
Logged in as the Admin prepared for the clash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes did appear,
But a burning old sleigh, and eight fallen reindeer.
When a sickening laugh, so evil and dark,
Vince knew in a moment Kefka was causing the spark!
More rapid than eagles his magic was cast,
And he chucked, and shouted, and called spells by name!
“Forsaken! Trine, SILENCE! Now, my Light of Judgment!
Firaga! Extra Crispy! Now Blizzaga spray DEATH!
To the worlds we will go, to the Darkness they fall!
Destruction! Destruction! DESTRUCTION FOR ALL!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the windows Lord Kefka he flew,
With the mind full of death, and torturing too.
And then, in a twinkling, Vince heard while he shoots,
The prancing and skipping of his little boots.
As he aimed for the head, and was turning around,
Into the Raid did Kefka come with a bound.
He was dressed so vibrant, from his head to his foot,
The signs of a madman, who didn’t give a hoot.
A bundle of spells he had formed in his hands,
And he looked like a clown, just opening for bands.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His long wicked smile was drawn up like a bow,
And the paint on his face was as white as the snow.
The stump of St Nick he held tight in his grasp,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a clasp.
His face it was narrow, a scrawny thin build,
That shook when he laughed, like the old elf he had killed!
He was ridiculous and loud, a right jolly old jester,
And Vince glared when he saw him, for did the clown pester!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Vince to know he had something to dread.
With a sickening laugh he continued his spells,
And fburned all the stocking, then turned as he yells.
And wiggling his finger towards the vampire he glanced,
And casting his spell, Vince stood not a chance!
He sprang to the air, a new form he did take,
And away he did fly while the website would shake.
Vince heard him exclaim, as life faded from sight,
"DESTRUCTION to all, and to all a hollow-night!"
"WHOA-OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO~!!"
The End.