The Naughty List (Christmas Stalkings)

Snow drapes the gallows, the bells toll in frost. The Guild wrote

their letters, the names of the lost. A parchment of sinners. No detail is missed.

Each mark is inscribed on my red inked list. A black lump of coal we leave where

they fall. The Guild's calling card on this night that we call. Christmas Stalkings

the naughty must fall. Your name's in the ledger, I've written it

all. The jingle of coins is the carol I sing. A dagger for Christmas, the gift that I

bring. A tavern of cheer hides a traitor's red smile. I slip through the

laughter, unseen all the while. A toast and a cheer, then a nick in the throat.