How malekite stole the Dawn of the Keeper

The following in a non cannon apocraphal work by genevan bards to celebrate the dawn of the keeper, genevas most holy holiday.  When I found it I wanted to share it.

All the Genevans in Atlanta love the light a lot,
but Malekite who lived just west of Geneva did not.
He hated the light -the isles whole mission. 
Please Don't ask why No one quit knows the reason.
It could his one wing wasn't attached just right.
It could be perhaps his gauntlets were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes to small.
But whatever the reason, his wing or his gauntlets might.
He stood there in his Empire hating the light.
Staring down from his throne,
At the the Genevans happy home.
For he knew every Genevan in Atlanta below
Was headed to a temple their prayers to bestow.
"And they are offering sacrifices." He said with a shear,
"The dawn of the keeper its practically here."
Then he howled his one wing beating,
"I must find a way to Keep the dawn retreating."
For tomorrow he knew all the Genevans Would awake bright and early, leave all their wares.
And then oh the prayers. Oh the prayers prayers prayers.
That's one thing he hated, the prayers prayers prayers.
And then they did something he hated most of all.
Every genevan down in Atlanta. The tall and the small.
Would stand close together with temple bells ringing.
They'd stand hand in hand and start singing.
There can be miracles when you believe...
The more Malekite thought of the hymn of hope sing
The more he thought "I must stop this whole thing.
For years and years I've put up with this thing.
I must stop the dawn from coming."
But how?
Then he got an idea, an awful idea,
Malekite got a wonderful awful idea.
"I know just what ill do." Malekite laughed in this throat.
And he made a quick logar-esqe cape and a cloak.
"What a great evil trick." The one winged grinned.
"With this cape and this cloak, I look like the rider of wind."
"All I need is a Pegasus..."
Malekite looked around.
But since Pegasus were scarce their were none to be found.
So he called his consort Samantha. Then he took some blue thread
And cast a polymorph off the top of his head.
Then malekite said, "giddap."
And the mount started down
Toward Atlanta where the genevans lay a snooze in their beds.

All their Windows were dark. Quiet filled the air. All the genevans were all dreaming sweet dreams without care. When he came to the first temple on the square. This is stop number one the old malekite mogath hissed And he climbed to the roof empty bags in his fist. Then he slid past the wards. A rather tight pinch. But if logar could do it, so could vegeta. Then he found the little gold shrines all laid in a row. "These shrines," he grinned, "are the first things to go." Then he slithered and slunk, with his smile again, Around the whole isle, he killed every paladin. Altars, and incense, cannon and shrines, Holy symbols, tithes, and sacrifices in no time. He stuffed them all in bags of holding. Then one by one, on the sacrifical bread he cast molding. He grabbed an altar and started to shove, When he heard a small sound like the COO of a dove. He turned around fast and he saw a young priestess. Little elaina mogath, who truth him the leastest. Malekite had been caught by his tiny daughter Who'd got out of bed to pray at the altar. She stared at the one wing and said, "logar why, Why are you taking our altar why?" But you know that old angel was so smart and so slick Ht thought up a lie and he thought it up quick. "Why my sweet little servant," the fake mogath lied, "There incense on this altar that won't burn on one side. So I'm taking back to Olympus my dear. I'll fix it up there. Then ill bring it back here." His fun fooled the child. Then he patted her head and sent her to bed. And the one speck of food he left in the house Was a crumb even too small for a mouse. Then he did the same thing To all the other light temples Leaving tithes much to small For the other gods coffers. It was a quarter past sunrise... He took the isle to the sea All the genevans still a snooze. When he loaded his chariot, with glee Packed it with up with their tithes, their shrines, the paladin souls. The altars, their bells that would toll. Thousands of miles down, to the shores of styx, He rode with his load to dump with a kick. "Pooh pooh to Genevans" he was vilishly humming. "They are finding out now that no dawn is coming! They just wake up, I know just what they will do Their mouths will hang open for a moment or two Then the genevans in Atlanta will all cry boo hoo" "That's a noise," grined the one wing"that I simply must hear!" So he paused and placed a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the morning glow It started in low then it stated to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why that sound sounded glad! Every genevan down in Atlanta, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any paladin at all! There can be miracles if you believe, Though hope is frail its hard to kill. He hadn't stopped the dawn of the keeper from coming. It came! Somehow or another it came just the same! And malekite with his feet wet in the styx, Stood puzzling: "how could it be so? It came without temples, it came without a shrine! It came without paladins, or symbols it came right on time" He puzzled until his puzzled was sore. Then he thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe the Dawn," he thought, " doesn't come from the isle. Maybe the Light...perhaps...he could never defile!" And what happenned then...? Well in Atlanta they say That vegetas small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the souls! And raised with isle with his rope! And he, malekite himself ... Sang the hymn of hope!