Doors and windows tightly latched,
To keep out the cold and the damp,
Did not hamper their entry nor bar their path.

With ruthless elegance and terrible grace,
They found the milk and three delicate cakes,
And finished them off with a quick snap and gulp of many sharp teeth.

They liked the cake,
And they liked the milk,
But that is not why they had come.
No, they had come for the little ones.

Sensing their quarry, fast asleep in bed,
They swarmed into the quarters aloft,
Shaking with excitement they scampered and crawled,
To the first room that held a child, tender and soft.

Slowly they clawed open the door,
Careful not to make even the slightest of sound.
Her serene breaths, so thick and sweet,
Were lapped up with eager tongues, gleefully.

Working quickly now they infested her bed,
And with a single rough whisper,
Wrapped her mind in a web.

As they raised their blades to sever her soul,
They faltered in their task ever so.
For a fear grew in their dark awareness,
That sent their black hearts into distress.

A faint jingling seeped into the air,
Freezing them in a wide eyed scare,
And as they helplessly glared,
A ghostly form appeared to their despair.

He was as large and round as specters do come,
With a hint of red and pale white hair,
A grand wisp of long timeless beard, most handsome.

Floating beside the bed,
To free the girl from the spell most foul,
The spirit gently touched her upon head.

He then reached into his great pockets,
As deep as the universe, above and below,
And pulled out eight tiny horned bears,
Each one wearing a tiny red bow.

With a predator’s grace they each took into their jaws,
The immobilized creatures with spine crunching bites and deadly paws,
And having finished their grave duty,
Laid at their master’s feet the grisly booty.

The specter, he grinned, with a proud nod,
As he rewarded his pets with a gentle prod,
And took each of the bodies in his large phantom hands,
For they would soon form something grand.

He kneaded and crushed and pulled and squeezed
The little forms into something a bit more pleasing.
When he was finished he had before him a collection
Of bright boxes filled with happiness and joy,
He then gave to the horned bears the boxes so dear,
To place for the young ones to find with smiles and cheers.

With his work all done,
And all done well,
He drifted out through the walls,
To the faint sound of jingle bells.

With a sniff and a rub of his snout,
He mumbled to no one in particular,
“Merry Christmas to all,
And to all an elf free night.”

Her Majesty’s Royal Squid Air Battalion

Tentacled and golden eyed
Patrolling the ocean skies
Protecting us through the nights
From unpleasant surprise

They’re…

The ten armed terrors
Fierce air sea dwellers
Feared and revered throughout the land
Her Majesty’s
Royal Squid
Air Battalion
Is overhead

Protecting against evil from the deep,
Deadly robots, and giant things that creep
Keeping you safe from harm
Sleep now, there’s no need for alarm

Because…

The ten armed terrors
Fierce air sea dwellers
Feared and revered throughout the land
Her Majesty’s
Royal Squid
Air Battalion
Is overhead

Hear their water jets splash
As into the fray they dash
With terrible beaks they gnash
With sharp tentacles they slash

The clouds grow dark, stained with ink
You smell calamari in the air
And your heart begins to sink
And fill with a deep despair

But…

Don’t panic…

Because…

The ten armed terrors
Fierce air sea dwellers
Feared and revered throughout the land
Her Majesty’s
Royal Squid
Air Battalion
Is overhead

The ten armed terrors
Fierce air sea dwellers
Feared and revered throughout the land
Her Majesty’s
Royal Squid
Air Battalion
Is overhead
And will fight again

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This piece was inspired by an interesting tidbit of scientific news that caught my eye a few weeks ago. Apparently squid can fly. I know, right? Just when you thought squid couldn’t get any more awesome, they pull something like this.

I couldn’t just leave such a wonderful image without a song to go along with it, now could I? Alas, I’m not at all experienced in the music creation part. If anyone out there with a better sense of music composition than I would like to devise a tune for this song, I would dearly love to hear it and you have my full permission to do so.

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Try to say that three times fast! Random Rabid Robot Random Rabid Robot Random Rabbit… crap…

Anyway, in case you haven’t figured it out, this is a random drawing I did upon a, um… random whim. I don’t know why, I just felt like drawing a robot. It happens. Perhaps I shall blame watching too much Dr. Who and Futurama. Yeah, that sounds good.

Come to me sweet pie
To the depths, meet with me
Quickly now, make haste I plea
For without you I shall surely die
Closer I come, I feel you nearby
Though net and snare, I come to thee
Follow my voice into the sea
Dearest pie you cannot escape my eye
Over wave and wind you try to run
But I have found you, you cannot hide
Almost there, I can almost taste your sweet filling
Silently and swiftly towards you I glide
I have you! The hunt is done
You are mine, my pie, my darling
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This piece isn’t quite done yet. There needs to be some serious shading done and the long tentacles should probably be darkened to more of the body color. I am coloring this piece in Photoshop, so it might actually get done sometime this year ;-)

Technical Details
Medium: Pitt pens, colored in Photoshop
Paper: Bristol paper
Size: 9in X 12in
Time: unknown