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Twas the First of December - Broncos part II



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!"

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