Seasons slowly change,
The year comes to pass,
And then comes the question,
That every child asks.

Emperor’s Day comes,
For little girls and boys,
But, from where, do they wonder,
Does He get all of their toys?

I’ll tell you now the story,
As it was told to me,
So no more it will remain,
A forgotten history.

Once there was a forge world,
Its surface cold and dark,
The machines sleeping silent,
Save for one sad spark.

This place was called Noell,
Though of it, no one knew,
It had simply been forgotten,
As planets sometimes do.

Here there was a Techpriest,
Who had long there worked alone,
Oiling holy junctions,
And changing fuses blown.

His body was of metal,
Its flesh had long been part,
Save for that remaining,
Within his beating heart.