Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Terror Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Just a madman was stirring, quiet as a mouse.
The parents were hung in the chimney with care
In hopes the policemen wouldn't look there.
The children were gagged and tied to their beds,
while their short lives flashed through their heads.
With the parents all strangled and the kids in their trap,
The madman heard something, a quiet "tap, tap tap."
Then out on the lawn there arose such a chatter,
It was the neighbors, seeing what was the matter.
Away to the window, he flew with a flash,
He thought of just shooting, but knew that'd be rash.
They soon walked back home, across the new fallen snow
while the madman sighed quickly, for it was back to the show.
When, what to his wandering eyes should appear,
The flash of police sirens, drawing quite near.
If only the policemen, so lively and quick,
knew what was in store, it'd make them violently sick.
More rapid than eagles, more policemen they came,
As they whistled and shouted, calling the madman's name.
"Come on out William, we've got your surrounded!
Bring the family out safely, slowly, and unbounded!
We'll give you one warning, but that's all you're given,
We've been on your tail, since you escaped from that prison!"
The madman stayed silent, trying to plan his escape,
but he knew it was hopeless, for death was his fate.
So up to the top floor, he ran up the stairs,
but through the window a sniper, kept him in his crosshairs.
And then in a twinkling, the madman heard on the roof,
the policemen were approaching, each climbing up with an "oomph."
As he drew in his head and was turning around,
A smoke bomb was thrown, hitting the ground.
He was dressed all in kevlar, from his head to his feet,
But due to no gas mask, this had him beat.
The bundle of weapons, he kept in a sack,
The madman dumped open, preparing to attack.
His eyes starting to water, his plan was quite terse,
He would not be taken, unless by force or by hearse.
The madman's small mouth, flashed a quick grin,
For it was time for the bloodbath, the fun to begin.
He thought of his demons, everyone calling him a creep,
He wouldn't stop firing, 'till they were all six feet deep.
He took aim out the window, behind the safety of a wall,
Firing round after round, the police began to fall.
His aim was quite true, but his time was running out,
He was gravely outnumbered, for that there was no doubt.
A blink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
He felt the pain of a bullet, mark him for dead.
He spoke not a word, and kept right to the task
Pausing just a second, for a swig of his flask.
And laying his finger, by the trigger of the gun,
He thought to him self, "now this is some fun!"
He sprang out the front door, with both guns blazing,
The police still alive, found the sight quite amazing.
He screamed one last phrase, before he collapsed in a daze,
"Merry Christmas to all, and Happy Horrordays!"

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