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Poison Elves "Night Before X-mas"

 
twas the night before x-mas
and all through the inn
our drinking buddies had passed out
(said Jace with a grin).
the bottles were scattered
on the floor without care.
i was blasted, hung over,
and much worse for wear.
down the hall, Luse had finally
dropped off to bed,
as visions of Purple Marauders
danced in his head.
so i with my aspirin,
and Luse with his booze,
had both settled down
for a long drunken snooze.
...when my door was first tapped on,
then rapped on, than shattered!
i was so damn surprised
i almost emptied my bladder.
and what to my wondering 
eyes should appear?
but Hyena with ciggies,
and some bottles of beer. 
"oops, wrong door" she giggled 
and gave me a wink,
sauntered off to find Luse
before i could blink.
then she blew up his door
and he was up in a flash,
thinking some burglar
had come for his cash.
Luse was pissed off and armed,
but did not run her through
when he saw she had cigarettes
and his favorite brew.
she stood there suggestively,
sipping some gin,
while he glared at her evilly
looking generally grim.
all through the inn
he was heard to exclaim
"you crazy-ass bitch!!!!"
(and a few other names).
she asked quite sweetly
to quell the debate
"what, party over?
am i really that late?"
he grabbed his revolver,
and i said with a frown
"not again! she's a cute one,
come on, put that gun down."
Hyena decided
(as she sensed his derangement)
that she suddenly remembered
a previous engagement.
so she yelled "merry x-mas!"
as she teleported from sight
"and Jace, can the poetry,
this last one was shite".

Vido (issue 32, Sirius)

this man has his mistress another has a wife, another gets off killing children and that's all they know of life. but i don't have a woman to drive me to distraction, and i don't need too much in life to get my satisfaction. there's just one thing i really want (it isn't much at all). i want those Sanctuary bastards, and Lusiphur's elvin balls. so many men are in my way but i'll pay them all in kind... the bureaucratic little shits, all stupid, dumb, and blind. they cannot see the simple truth the writing's on the wall... it's written out in elvin blood, Sanctuary has to fall. though i am bleeding, drop by drop, my obsession's being fed. when i am healed they're gonna wish they made sure i was dead. a crystal shard of purpose drives clear straight up to my brain like heroin and hatred, it'll bring me through the pain. the blood-guard may be dead and gone, and i may still be weak, I know i'll win (i have a plan) i'm smiling as i speak.

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Sex and Violence (Sirius)

Sometimes with you there comes a quiet night, unlike the quiet night i move through on a hit and i forget the danger, and the endless fight and only know, tonight, our bodies fit.

When on a job i slice through night-time air, a child of dust that claims another soul, i cannot help remembering your skin, your hair, as inexorably i'm moving towards my goal.

Your body moves below mine in the dark, adrenaline and whiskey in your veins, i smell of blood, my knife had hit it's mark. now we're at rest, exhausted silence reigns.

Someday, i will admit to how i feel... and somewhere, on a cold floor blood congeals. ____________________________________________________

This one is from Mulehide issue #3... Resurrection Man

In Salanlach wood Luse fights 4 bandits and feels his ankle *snap* then a music-box gives him a *whack* ... and everything goes black...

Ed Fischer says "ya ain't leavin too soon" and gives Luse some advice, well, ain't that nice? but his tea has an extra "spice"...