By candle’s glow and monk’s worn hand,
Were tales of grace and martyr’s stand.
Of dragons slain and angels near,
Of saints who walked through flame and fear.

A maiden's vow, a lion’s tear,
A voice from Heaven, bold and clear.
They bore the cross through blood and flame,
Each soul afire with holy name.

Chains could not bind what faith had freed,
Nor death undo the righteous deed.
Their lives — a gospel inked in gold,
In whispered prayers and stories told.

So let these legends light your way,
Through shadowed night and trialed day.
For though the world may rise in sin,
The lives of saints still burn within.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Devilish Dapper dan

a most deviant man

Seen about London

in the regency scene

was a flashy dresser

like none that you have seen



His dress was delicate

but his voice was indelicate

with proud feathers here

doth not make the man.

but Dapper was there

indecent his plan.



Here he was to lure

his intentions were not pure

His fingers were so loose

and slippery was his fame

but he soon cooked his goose

a pick pocket in the frame.