Tavern Brawls S06WK-Special

‘Twas the night ‘fore the battle, and all through the land
Every ranger was stirring, the fight was at hand;
The arrows were hung in their quivers with care,
By archers hoping to lay their ‘gets bare;

The companions were huddled, options galore,
Wishing in vain for a few days more;
Selena and Cantrip rattled their brains,
While I heard the Professor’s ideas insane;

When out on the hill there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang outside to see what was the matter.
Out to the porch and onto the lawn
We looked to the east towards the coming of dawn.

A man on the hill, astride a fair horse
Signaled over his shoulder as a matter of course.
Then what to my wondering eyes should come forth,
But many more horses to his south and his north.

With a look in his eyes, both fixed and feral,
I knew in a moment it must be the general.
As he stared down at me and I looked back at him,
He rallied his troops though the light was still dim;

“Now, Sixschot! now, La Fleche! now, Zodiac Killer!
On, Edgar Allen Bow! on, Hood! on, Strider!
Down to the farm! Down to our foe!
Let fly your arrows!  Onward let’s go!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
A volley of death was let loose to the sky;
Across the veil of darkness they flew,
All of us dove for cover, me too!

My mind was whirling; the nerve! the gall!
He’d recruited the rangers from last year’s Brawl!
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
From the distant east came a booming sound.

Would this new signal be bane or boon?
Then I saw them, shadows, crossing the moon.
What appeared to be train cars, hanging like clouds
With flames out their backsides echoing loud.

As they approached, I first glanced Chris.
Kevin was with him, his hand in a fist.
Behind the brothers, unpacking their bows
The rangers from this year’s brawl had arose.

They flew o’er the field and pinned the ground forces.
Their arrows found generals and rangers and horses.
Vorlak and Boots and Thursday shot true.
Even the Poopsmith knew the right thing to do.

From his fair horse, the general did fall.
Dark as the night, I ran ‘cross the mall.
No light in his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

Others spoke not a word, but ended their work,
For they’d answered his call, but thought him a jerk,
I looked to the sky, to my timely friends,
And tipping my hat, my head I did bend.

The brothers did cheer, to their team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard one exclaim, ere they flew out of sight,
“Fair play to us all, and to all a good-fight.”