Green was his raiment, green his monstrous mare.
He rode unarmed, uncorsleted, unshielded,
Except that in his huge right hand he wielded
A frightful battle-axe, with blade as green
As coppery rust;—but the long edge shone keen.
A Happy Solstice and Merry Christmas to you and yours! Join now round as we gather together for drink and merriment, being certain to adjust your awareness to the proper frequencies that you might hear the yearly story of the Axe Game, as recounted by the ever-obliging Chuck Logos.
