"' Twas the Night Before Christmas (Hawkman Version)"

By Clement Clarke Moore / Revised by Tim Board ( Tim Board ( @Hawkworld_

' Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Thanagarian Snare Mouse

The DC Classic figures lined up on the mantle with care

In hopes that Hawkman soon would be there







The children were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of Nth metal danced in their heads

And mamma in her gown, and I in my Hawkman logo cap

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

I flew from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window , I flew like The Flash

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the fresh-fallen snow

Gave the luster of Thanagar to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But a superhero, with wings and a spear



I knew in a moment it must be Carter Hall.

More rapid than lighting, the villains he did maim

And he bellowed, and yelled, and called them by name With muscles rippling, so manly and allI knew in a moment it must be Carter Hall.More rapid than lighting, the villains he did maimAnd he bellowed, and yelled, and called them by name

"Now, Hath-Set! Now, Shadow Thief! Now, Lion-Mane and Byth!

Down, Gentleman Ghost! Down Fadeaway Man! Down, Hyathis!

Dare to challenge me! You’ve got the gall!

Now run away! Run away! Run away all!"



When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky

So away from our hero the villains they flew

With bruises and blows, and wounded pride too As feathers that before the wild hurricane flyWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the skySo away from our hero the villains they flewWith bruises and blows, and wounded pride too

And then, with a fluttering, I heard on the ground

The heavy boots of the Warrior pound

As I drew in my hand and was turning around

Flying in through the window Hawkman came in with a bound

He was dressed all in green pants, but only a harness up top

And his weapons were all tarnished with blood and whatnot

Huge, massive wings he had strapped on his back

And he looked like an archangel with demons to thwack

His eyes -- how they shone! His helmet how sleek

His cheeks were unshaven, his nose like a beak

His hard, stern mouth was drawn up in a grimace

And the hair on his chest was as black as the furnace



And the helmet around his head like a crown

He had a broad face and a tight hard belly

That clenched and flexed, when he walked so steady His Nth-metal mace he never let downAnd the helmet around his head like a crownHe had a broad face and a tight hard bellyThat clenched and flexed, when he walked so steady

He was massive and muscular, a winged warrior

And I trembled when I saw him, in spite of my wonder

A stare of his eyes and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to believe I had everything to dread

He spoke not a word but came to me like a bolt

And shook my hand; then turned with a jolt

And spreading his wings all gray and blue

And giving a nod, out the window he flew