Twas the first of December, and all through the town
Every creature was stirring as time dwindled down
The Red hue of vengeance clung thick to the air
For they knew it was Peyton who soon would be there
The people were feasting on horsemeat that bled
While visions of Manning-sacks danced in their heads
And I with my Dark Horse, we stood at the Gate
With eyes for those rank beasts of burden, we wait
When out from the hills there arose a foul fragrance
I sprang on my Dark Horse to vanquish the vagrants
Away from the Kingdom we rode hard and fast
Toward what we knew were the donkeys at last
We came to a hilltop when, what should appear
But stallions, not donkeys, each white and severe
At the front of their phalanx was Peyton’s White Steed
So I charged at him eager to break the stampede
More rapid than eagles their formation changed
And a devilish trap the white stallions arranged
My Dark Horse was screaming, he I could not save
For they flanked him and buried us deep in a grave
But lying there breathless beneath the cold ground
Came the trembling of earth with a low rumbling sound
And I knew that the Kingdom had unleashed the Doom
When two hellfire hands pulled us out of that tomb
Resurrected in flame my Dark Horse he did rear
And for Manning our wrath in its full we did steer
His steed doubled back from the Kingdom’s Red Flood
And he found himself caught between Fire and Blood
He dashed through a seam, to his stallions did whistle
And away they all fled from the Red Sea’s dismissal
But he heard me exclaim, ere he rode out of sight
"May for long you remember this December’s night!"