'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Tower
not a creature was stirring, no beings of power.
The bottles and vials were all stacked with great care
Yes, in Lomea's lab, everything was all there.
The Thorns were all nestled up snug in their beds.
The Boss was off dreaming of cleanly clewing heads.
And Cromes and V and Baldy and all
dreamt sweetly and calmly of a proper christmas ball.
But lo in the darkness, in the gloom of the night
a person crept forward, keeping out of sight.
A flash of polished leather, a grin and broad bosom
a woman stalked forward, too much for any two-some
Adjanah fished out her dirk and her delicate prong
fitting them both neatly into the lab's lock before long.
And sooner, not later, the door sprung ajar
the needles of the trap missed her by far.
She grinned and she ducked and she dodged the sprayed acid
To her all the traps of Lomea's seemed flacid.
To her it all was a game, nay, a play.
"THUD!" the trap said, and soon made her pay.
When at last she came to, her head was a-reeling.
She idly tried to focus up on the ceiling.
With a growl and a jump, she was up on her feet
finally grabbing hold of her vaunted christmas treat.
Into a pouch, the vials did go.
Quickly she departed, cause even she'd know
that the wrath of the doctor would soon be upon her.
"Wasn't me!" she'd protest. "I swear, on my honor!"
Back into the gloom she did disappear
looking behind her, guarding her rear.
But still the old Tower was still as the night
and sooner, not later, she was all out of sight.
When morning light broke, and people did wake
Adjanah had prepared a huge and grand cake.
Unknown to the others, she'd into it poured
the contents of the vials, she'd into it lured.
People did groan, and they moaned and they snarled
not even christmas brought joy to their heart.
But when the Thorns ate of the odd-looking cake
even such as they did fully awake!
A confident Volgh, a modest Sayvara.
A humorous Cromes and an empathic Lomea.
A tapdancing Lira, and a giggling Ana.
"This worked out quite well", decided Adjanah.
So when the world seems grey and also quite cold
never despair, just do what is told:
Do Carpe Diem, and Live Out Each Day.
Have fun in your life and follow the rogue way.
Adjanah has spoken and huggles you all
She'll die or have fun, winter, summer or fall
So do what she says, cause you know that she's right:
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

