Glittery Death

Twas the night before Sunday, when all through the weyr;
Not a glimmer was seen, not even a mirror;

The rooms and the offices were all swept with care,
In hopes that the headwoman soon would be there;

The cavernfolk were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sweet rolls danced in their heads.

And Cita in her ‘kerchief, and R'hyn in Ila's lap,
had just settled down for the evening's long nap.

When out on the office there arose such a clatter,
The weyrleader sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the office he flew like a flash,
Tore open the door, and busted the latch.

The glowlight bright on the breast of the new fallen glitter,
Sent the firelizards dashing with a squeal and a twitter.

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a dazzling vision, impossible yet so very clear.

He waded abs deep into the sparkly mire,
The glitter still flowing like rivers of fire.

He whistled and shouted and said some very bad names,
More rapid than wherries all the gawking onlookers came.

The headwoman swearing at such a f(abs)ulous sight,
Ila and Cita snickering in chagrin and delight.

For daft laws do such emnity inspire,
That clouds of glitter pass from beach to volcanic spire.

And in such fabulous script, both shiny and bold,
Sit the following words, take our shimmer and get boned!

OOC: More fun with the glitter embargo just some silly flavor to play around. Did you supply the glitter? Perhaps took part in bringing sparkle back, or were driven mad by the sight of so much glitter. Have fun with it.

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