Alright, this bard will bite the bait.
'Twas the night before Starlight, when all through Ishgard
Not a creature was stirring, not event this bard;
The red cloaks were hung by the barracks with flair,
With no idea of what the knights would soon dare.
The children were roaming the streets of Coerthas;
While visions of cold nights soon would pass;
And Halone looking down in fury and wrath,
Even she knows Ishgard’s eventual path,
When out in the streets, the was such a calamity,
The knights had sprung up, to stop this insanity.
Away to the doors the ran with a flash,
Ran out to the streets, wearing that red sash.
The moon shone down on the glistening snow,
Highlighting the poor orphans in the streets below,
And before their eyes, the red knights did appear,
And the orphans no longer had anything to fear,
Amidst all of the mass hysteria,
The knights pledged their lives to Saint Nymeia.
With read cloaks they mesmerized each child,
And hey whistled,shouted, and coaxed them quite mild,
"Now, Wyta! now, Raeje now R’yan and Tia!
On, X’ealo ! on, Wilma on, Donner and Fia!
To the barracks, quick, away with you now!
We have to hide, you, but we’re not sure how.â€
As the snow flurries around them all,
When they meet with an obstacle, they refuse to fall;
So off to the barracks the children all ran,
Hidden by red cloaks, each worn by another man
And then, in a twinkling,they were back safe
The prancing and pacing as the children did race.
As the years passed, and flew  on by,
Down in history went the knights who could never die.
They had been dressed in red from head to toe,
And their armor would clang wherever they would go;
As years went by to remember this pack,
People would heave toys into a sack, and sling them over their back.
Their eyes would shine so bright on this day so  merry!
As they handed out gifts to the orphans, A’lan, Fraeah, and Terri
One child got a wooden horse, one got a toy doll, and one got a bow.
And they were so happy, they came outside to play in the snow;
What they beheld was quite beyond belief;
It was St Nymeia herself, carrying another sack, and a  wreath;
She had a face that was full of joy,
She had gifts for every single little girl and boy..
But she needed help spreading the happiness and wealth.
And when I saw her helpers, I laughed, in spite of myself;
Nymeia looked at me, staring into my eyes,
And when she did, I felt my spirits rise.
She spoke no words, but went to work,
Cheering up children was always a perk,
And finally, St Nymeia looked at my face,
And signaled wordlessly that she must leave this place.
She whisked away with no sight or sound,
And then she was simply no longer around.
But I heard her words on the wind of the night:
“May orphans have happiness on this Starlight!â€
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