Role

Chapter 6

She sat Galadon's weald, in swamps she did languish
And listened with spite and with terrible anguish.
With songs they made merry these Galadon folk,
And brought to Her solstice, this year's Yuletide joke.

Their songs were TOO merry, their food was SO wasteful
Each present they wrapped and in dead trees so distasteful.
It was all much too orderly, so brass and so bold,
And it grated down her spine, like a firenewt mold.

Galadon folk would line Trade Road, joy in their heart,
And oh how she wished to just tear them apart.
"They know little of Winter Solstice yes!" she hissed in dismay.
"While they revel and... yes... carol! In this orderly way!"

So Ios drew up her idea with a whack of her spiked tail,
Her plans to disrupt Yuletide that she knew couldn't fail.
She crept from the weald, as the Yuletide began,
And came wrapped in her chaos for this dastardly plan.

First she opened her bag and let will-o-wisps take flight
And they dazzled and confused with each tiny chaos light.
Then she called to the roots that did line each sad garden,
And entangled their feast tables with natures true garland!

Then she shrieked to her crows who came there in a swarm,
They drowned the citys choir who'd been so merry and warm.
And their band oh they tried! Yet confusion was known!
For her treant was her drummer on the roof of each home!

For her last trick, Ios found their great Yuletide tree.
Covered in lights for all children to see!
She pondered her staff, and looked to their dying tree with delight!
A new serpentine staff, from their giant tree wrapped in light!

With her Solstice work done, she turned with a sneer,
Knowing she had broken their sweet Yuletide this year.
But as she watched and she listened from swamps in the wild
She heard something amiss? The laugh of a child?