'Twas the Eve of Gehenna

                                    

     'Twas the eve of Gehenna, and all through the Sabbat,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a rabbit.

     Our right to bear arms was not to deprive

For fear that Antedeluvians might soon arrive.

     Jalan with his sword and me with my gun

Had really no idea the war had already begun.

     When suddenly outside there came such a noise

That everyone got in a battle-ready-like poise.

     Then what, of all things, came before us should arise,

But a lady, darn cute, but she had but three eyes.

     The lady, Salubri, warned of impending fate,

But as we tried listening it was already too late.

     We looked to the sky as Salubri aren't liers

And lo! What we found were thirteen vampires!

     The first, Nosferatu, had sent Baba Yaga

To advance him and reduce our numbers down to nada.

     The vampire himself did raise such a stink

That it made it impossible for any of us to think.

     The second, from Brujah, we could not mistake,

For a trail of fallen cities had lied in his wake.

     As for his intentions he left many hints;

Like when he successfully swallowed whole our good Prince!

     The next one came Ventrue, we'd hoped he'd realize

The dangerous threat the other posed to our lives.

     But alas, he could not deny the beast of his nature,

And commanded as though this was all his legislature!

     A wolf we then heard, just ahead, in those trees!

Jalan-Aajav looked, but soon fell to his knees.

     Confused, we shouted: "What is it? Do tell!"

"Not a wolf," he said bleeding, "just the Lord of Gangrel."

     Recoiling in terror we fled for our lives

Hoping to avoid those primordial drives.

     We hid in the Museum of Vampires, but Jake

said: "Lo! Toreador stands in the place of his fake!"

     So on with our running, no safe haven did we have.

When who should show up? That's right! Malkav!

     "Gehenna's not real", he said, "it's true!

"It's a prank I thought up; the joke is on you!"

     Believe him we didn't, so we fled to a place

Where ne're we'd be found; gone without a trace.

     It was then that the strangest encounter occurred,

Jalan-Aajav's voice! It was that that we'd heard!

     "Jalan!" I said, "We heard you! You're dead!"

"T'was only a Lupine, I cut off it's head."

     Elated we were, but we weren't to rejoice,

For we were then discovered, and believe me, not by choice!



     Surrounded we were by the Third Generation

Confronted again with our own expiration.

     "We're actors, you see?", Malkav's words rang true,

For as each doffed their masks, the disciplines dropped too.

     Relieved, they invited us to a party that night.

We invited our friends and told stories of our fright.

     And then in the middle of making some toasts

We found ourselves dead at the fangs of our hosts.

     And Malkav's last toast before he went for a bite:

"Good Gehenna to all, and to all a good night!"



		Murdok I. Addams

		Primogen

		Clan Malkavian

		Edmonton, ab.ca