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The Kingdom of Asgarnia
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Winds of Murder
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Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the city,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a kitty.
The tinsel was hung along the buildings with care,
In hopes that Santa soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of candy canes danced in their heads.
And mamma in her gown, and papa in his cap,
Had just settled their heads for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the town there arose such a clatter,
Crimson red blood hit the ground with a splatter.
Away from the scene they left in a flash,
Before they tore open another drunkard with a slash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
Their bodies blue from the new-fallen snow,
Gave a shine of the cold ice below.
When, the moon descended and the sun began to appear,
The bodies rose, and soon disappear.
Piercing shrieks filled the air as they fled,
People watched horror, filled with dread.
"They're back" some claimed,
"Zamorak be damned" others proclaimed.
Twas six says before Christmas, when all through the city,
Townsfolk of Sarim woke up rather shitty.
Guards swept the streets with care,
But people knew the undead were there.
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