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With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore. Sorry.
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore. Sorry.
And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim as the Tower disappeared from sight–
“Meet me on New Mars, we’re in for a hell fight!”
And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim as the Tower disappeared from sight–
“Meet me on New Mars, we’re in for a hell fight!”
And into another great fight for great power
Where the fight would take place, I honestly did not know
But I knew that Ikora would show me where to go
And into another great fight for great power
Where the fight would take place, I honestly did not know
But I knew that Ikora would show me where to go
How anyone could not like her is simply perplexing
With a nod of her head and quite a loud sigh
I knew then that we were going to fly
How anyone could not like her is simply perplexing
With a nod of her head and quite a loud sigh
I knew then that we were going to fly
Was the Warlock Vanguard in Ikora’s Resolve
With a fierce badass pilot so heroic and beautiful
That to call her otherwise would be completely refutable
Was the Warlock Vanguard in Ikora’s Resolve
With a fierce badass pilot so heroic and beautiful
That to call her otherwise would be completely refutable
Everyone sprang from their beds to see what was the matter
Peered out of the windows and exited cockpits;
Few opted to stay in the warmth of their ships
The moon on the breast of the mountains outside
Made every Guardian nearby stare at them starry-eyed
Everyone sprang from their beds to see what was the matter
Peered out of the windows and exited cockpits;
Few opted to stay in the warmth of their ships
The moon on the breast of the mountains outside
Made every Guardian nearby stare at them starry-eyed
Unaware of the adventure to which they’d soon get to grips
While the Eliksni and their Smallen, all wrapped in their robes
Still crowded the vending machine that had swallowed their hopes
Unaware of the adventure to which they’d soon get to grips
While the Eliksni and their Smallen, all wrapped in their robes
Still crowded the vending machine that had swallowed their hopes
Only Zavala stood watch, taking care of The Tower
The canopies still hung in the cold winter breeze,
Flapping and furling with the greatest of ease
Only Zavala stood watch, taking care of The Tower
The canopies still hung in the cold winter breeze,
Flapping and furling with the greatest of ease