An ICe PaLAcE

Santa took me for a ride,
up upon his sleigh,
and took me to an ice palace,
and said tonight I would stay.

The next morning Santa woke me up,
and said "get dressed to go",
cause after we had breakfast in bed,
it was time to play in the snow.

A black singlet and skinny jeans,
was all that Santa gave me,
I went outside expecting to freeze,
but it all felt natural to me.

I turned to Sand and asked "how?"
"how am I not cold?",
well Santa said "you need to know the truth,
now your 15 years old".

Santa sat me down,
and looked me in the eye,
I felt a need to ask again,
"oh, Santa why?"

"Well my dear" Santa started,
"you did not come from earth,
this isce palace is your father's kingdom,
that's rightfully yours from birth".

I looked around the palace,
and saw how I fit in,
the ice gave false impressions,
and never let you win.

"But Santa where'd my father go?
and my Mother as well?"
"Well" Santa said,
I sent them straight to hell".

And right before my eys,
Santa began to change,
although the creature before mine eyes,
was not at all that strange.

The ice palace started to melt,
as my Santa became Satan,
his robust belly now fit and trim,
'he said "I have long been waiting".

"Waiting for my fathers child,
to come back from her home,
so now my sweet fallen Angel,
you shall never be alone".

My ice and his fire kiss,
colliding through heaven's knife,
I'll never forget that moment when,
I became Satan's beloved wife.....

(C)