Christmas time
is comming near...
That misty dawn the cold did cling so wet
On rising banks beside the barren trees...
our first moon dance seemed
to last a thousand nights as...
Cinnamon spice, apple pie
this candle throws a magical scent...
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Monsters (Acrostic...
Ocean,
sky...
Ding dong merrily on high
Christmas cakes and mince pies...
.
a...
Snaking veins do clot and crawl the
upper screams of slaughtered fools...
Embroidered ovals of chocolatier creation
All of which contain sweet secrets within...
. . . and so it happened,
a newest family member...
The Christmas season has come and gone once more
like a carnival it must leave though we still...