L33t lord Largo

L33t lord Largo looked out, upon the time of feeding,
Where the zombies stood about,
Miho was there leading,
Quickly beat his heart that night,
But steadily stood tall,
Then Piro-san came in sight,
Largo thought him a fool.

'Junpei, c0me here, stand by m3,
And if j00 c4n, tell m3 this,
My friend Piro, is he fr33?
No victim of zombie k1ss?'
'Lord, I cannot know his mind,
Underneath the outside,
But you are yet of his kind,
Try to see his inside...'

'Br1ng m3 guns, and br1ng me kn1ves,
Br1ng m3 crossbows hither,
J00 and I shall save some lives,
When we b34r th3m hither.'
Lord and ninja, forth they went,
Forth they went together,
Battled till their strength was spent,
Knew not which or whether.

'Lord, the world grows darker now,
The zombies are stronger,
My life is slowly failing now,
I have not much longer.'
'Raise your weapons, my g00d friend,
Hold th3m up s0 proudly,
And you shall f1nd the zombie rage,
T34rs you less p4infully.'

At his lord's feet he lay,
As zombies swarmed around,
Piro joined and he did slay,
Cut them to the ground,
Thus, then L33t ones, be sure,
Beginning, half-way, end,
If sword attacks you need more,
Remember, trust a friend.

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out, On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.

"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If though know'st it, telling,
Yonder peasent, who is he?"
Where and what his dwelling?
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine logs hither;
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went,
Forth they went together;
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.

"Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page;
Tread thou in them boldly;
Though shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possesing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourself find blessing.

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