Twas the night before wolves, And all through the tower Every vendor was dreading That old faithful hour Rahool was frowning In disbelief That the guardians were leaving The tower for the reef Holiday sat Planning her revenge On that old hag The Petra Venj The Queen had her chance, The leaders, they spoke, Back in September Be gone with the blokes! The vanguard,they stood Huddled around the table, tall And they proclaimed "No more commendation at all!" The speaker was trading, To everyone's delight, Extra materials For motes of light The gunsmith was prepared, Getting everything steady, Making sure his tools Were reforge ready Nobody would listen To Eris Morn Whose ramblings mentioned Crota's objects of scorn At the prison of elders sleeping though the night The next day be rid Of its monsters of blight The Creed of Osris Stood around the arena The winners of the trails, history The defeated, balarineas Sloskis, the traitor, Was running from the Queen Whose wrath, he would face Would turn anyone green The guardians,sleeping, Ready to help the Queen In need of justice Against the house of wolves's greed For they had, A favor to repay And they always Could save the day!