Twas the night before Winterfest when all through the site,
not a pet was stirring not even a Nyte.
The Ryori leashes were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Krinadon soon would be there.

The eggs were nestled all snug in their nests
With visions of growing up to be the best.
Zolnixi in her bandana, and Kelpari with Creeping Fog
Had just settled in the stables to saw a log

When out in Esior there arose such a clatter,
Puffadore sprang from the stable to see what was the matter
Away to the window Vulnyx flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of Lunemara to objects below.
When, what to Draeyl's wondering eyes should appear?
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reinqitari

With a little young driver so magnanimous and grand,
I knew in a moment it must be Krinadon
More rapid than Griffi the Qitari they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

"Now Vylexul! now Stormtalon! now Brittany and Porthios!
On, Nocturnal! On, Tempest! On Bane and Brutus!
To the top of Aryth's Spider, to the top of Ethernia's Wall
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

As Fae Dust before the wild Faelora fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the stable-top the Qitari they flew,
With a sleigh full of Avatar Items and Krinadon too.

And then in a twinkling Puffador heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Sylvorpa drew in his head, and was turning around
Down to the stable Kinadon came with a bound

He was dressed all in armor from his head to his foot
And his cloths looked dang awesome, from wings to his boots
A bundle of Eggs he had flung on is back
And he looked like a nurturer, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they're dashing! His dimples how merry!
His jawline so manly! His nose like a cherry!
His kind little mouth was drawn up in a smile,
And his the scruff on his face hasn't been shaved in a while.

The hilt of a sword he held tight in his hand
And the gleam of the blade could fell a thieves' band
He had a lean face and some really tight abs
That rippled and gleamed with some oil dabs

He was tall and slender, a right jolly young admin
and I laughed when I saw him, cause he's awesome like that (ok this line needs work)
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know a new Sylestian would be bred

He spoke bare a word but went straight to his work
Lag testing the site, then turned with a jerk.
And giving a wave to all his dead foes
then giving a nod, up the stables he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
Away they all flew, like the fur of a Morkko
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight
"Merry Winterfest to all, and to all a great-fight!"

So a couple spots need work, hope you all enjoy the adaptation for the site. Took longer than expected, but I think it was worth the effort, I hope, maybe?

Wow what an awesome Sylestia adaption to one of my favorite poems! Great job! Check your trades :)

Thank you :) I'm glad you liked it. I love writing so it was a fun project.

Lol. Very flattering. Was a fun read. =) Thank you for putting in the time to write something fun like this!

Ohh My goodness this is the best poem I have ever read. You are amazing!

Oh thank you for the ping, I'm glad others are enjoying it. I wonder if anyone else has fun little poems and parodies to add...