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Date Posted: 20:05:17 12/24/02 Tue
Author: The Darkling
Subject: Happy Holidays from the Darkling

Here's hoping that all of you have a wonderful holiday and that all your wishes come true. Of all the blessings bestowed upon us love is the most important and simply being allowed to know and love my i-family has been one of the greatests blessings I've known.

Health, happiness and love to you all.

and now for your amusement:

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the manse,
not a creature was stirring, well just one in black pants.
Irons he slept by the fireplace next to his chair,
Dreaming that the wielder might soon be there.

Ian was out, no doubt bashing some heads,
Or maybe Jake's, who was working with feds.
Kenneth awoke, at the fire he just stared,
Hoping the wielder would come if she dared.

And arrive she did, the Witchblade aglow,
"What do you want now?" she wanted to know.
"To wish you a Merry Christmas, what else?"
Sara thought his tone sounded quite false.

The fire danced on the hearth as the wind gave a gust,
A door had been opened, her instincts she'd trust.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
In shades of ebon, dark and drear,

With a coat of deepest black slung over his back
Ian Nottingham, his silence an uncanny knack.
More rapid than dragons his knives they came,
He whirled and tossed and called them by name.

Now Katana, Wakizashi, Longsword and Scim,
Shuriken, Stiletto, Tanto and Dagger so slim,
To the left of my Lady and now to her right,
Miss her completely, as I am her knight.

"My father commands by my hand she will die,
But I cannot do it, I tell you no lie,
Sara she stared at Ian in shock,
the Witchblade was dormant, but out came her Glock.

And then in a moment, Kenneth he did cough,
He looked at Ian, "That is enough."
She holstered her gun and was looking at Ken,
"What's going on, why didn't he win?"

Irons sat down with his usual smirk,
Sara's eyebrow gave a quick quirk.
"He failed, his knives flew to the rafters,
for he knows that no man can serve two masters."

"Gee Kenny, your words are all a riddle,
And honestly, I feel kinda stuck in the middle."
Ian fell to his knees, at her feet he did bow,
His loyalty torn, what to do now?

But Irons he did laugh, a sound quite odd,
He smiled at the wielder, he gave Ian a nod,
"It is Christmas, a truce I propose."
Then gracefully from his chair he rose.

"Just for tonight, let's have some fun,
we'll go back to fighting January one."
He passed some glasses and poured, a vintage quite rare.
He sipped at his wine as Ian and Sara did stare.

At last he exclaimed, ere his exit he made,

"Happy Christmas to all,
and to all Witchblade!"

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