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''Twas Night Cycle Aboard Moya' by ScapeArtist
Winner for Best Poem category in the 2002 Farscape Fanfiction Awards
'Twas night cycle aboard Moya, and all through her tiers,
Critters were lurking, they had big pointy ears;
They set about working; transforming the ship--
It was a special occasion and a short pleasure trip.
The crew were all knocked out thanks to a spell
that the Veles had cast--it worked rather well.
Drooling and snoring, completely asleep,
but for one of them still awake counting sheep.
A thump on the wall made him jump from his bed
He listened intently, while scratching his head.
He peeked out his door and said, "Aer? is that you?"
There was nobody there, poor Crichton was blue.
Curiosity took hold, and he wandered about.
There was something amiss, of that he hadn't a doubt.
His first indication was a bright, blinding glow
Swirling up and around him--he was sure it was snow!
The temperature dropped, his teeth they did chatter,
He wondered quite ruefully if they would indeed shatter.
Rousing the others was first and foremost,
He slid down the hall--on his boots he did coast.
Hey Aeryn! Hey D'Argo! Hey Rygel and Pip!
Hey Pilot! Hey Jool! Frell! I've lost my damn grip!
His balance was shaky, his tread barely stable,
John wished for some hockey skates, lifeline or cable.
Before he could reach them--his comrads and friends,
He tripped over something, and flipped odds over ends.
"Crap," John muttered, as he opened his eyes
"Another damn critter only this one's pint-size!"
John felt 'round for Winona slowly but sure,
But the Veles just snickered; he was sent as a lure.
"Follow?" he chirped and then scurried away,
John shrugged, "Yeah, sure, Keebler, whatever you say."
Walking quite gingerly to the ship's common room,
John prayed to himself he would not meet his doom.
Instead what he found was a wonderous sight
The Veles had decorated all through the night.
Inspite of the chill (his cheeks were so rosy!)
He couldn't help feel warm and incredibly cozy.
It was just like a winter spent up in Maine,
In a snow-bound cabin down a tree-covered lane.
The Veles regarded this being with awe
Who seemed so appreciative, so happy, they saw.
The walls were covered with red, white and green flora
John immediately recognized the Christmas-y aura.
One after the other his shipmates came in
Bundled and sleepy, wearing a hesitant grin.
For all of the beauty meant only for their pleasure
It seemed to them like a great unearned treasure.
Overcome by the gesture of this astonishing gift
Rygel drove his throne sled right into a drift.
One last declaration and the Veles were gone
"To you, weary travelers, a Joyous Elon!"
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