12-23-2013, 11:14 PM
Last night I woke to curse the moon; mock-silver queen in ice-ringed crown.
Awake, awake...her glimmering light, took sleep away and stole my dream.
Around the trees dark demons played and leapt out from the shadowed ground;
I watched them through the window pane, until the glass no longer seemed
to come between me and the air, which swirled and pooled around my feet.
The chill, the chill...rose through the room, my breath became a sparkling spume,
cascading shards of glinting blades that fell in scintillating sheets,
until great blasts swirled high about, to wrap me round in stabbing plumes.
From lacerated limbs blood spun in graceful, crimson, curving arcs.
No pain, no pain... how strange was this? I felt warm sunshine on my face,
yet scarlet splashed the walls, the floor and counterpane with livid marks,
as though a lashing, hard and long, had slashed the fabric of my space.
In brightening glow, through eyes tight squeezed, a sense of certainty came clear.
What joy, what joy! I looked to see the fading field of death retire,
replaced by old familiar forms--my bookcase, flowers, pictures dear,
silk dressing gown, a shirt once worn, red socks hung by the now dead fire.
His birthday morn is dawned, at last. From dreams we stir and grateful wake.
Again, again...we greet old friends, we make our peace, have guests to stay,
sing seasoned songs in harmony, inebriated for His sake...
what horrors stalked you through last night, conditioned you for Christmas Day.
tectak
Xmas 2013
Seriously for fun.
Awake, awake...her glimmering light, took sleep away and stole my dream.
Around the trees dark demons played and leapt out from the shadowed ground;
I watched them through the window pane, until the glass no longer seemed
to come between me and the air, which swirled and pooled around my feet.
The chill, the chill...rose through the room, my breath became a sparkling spume,
cascading shards of glinting blades that fell in scintillating sheets,
until great blasts swirled high about, to wrap me round in stabbing plumes.
From lacerated limbs blood spun in graceful, crimson, curving arcs.
No pain, no pain... how strange was this? I felt warm sunshine on my face,
yet scarlet splashed the walls, the floor and counterpane with livid marks,
as though a lashing, hard and long, had slashed the fabric of my space.
In brightening glow, through eyes tight squeezed, a sense of certainty came clear.
What joy, what joy! I looked to see the fading field of death retire,
replaced by old familiar forms--my bookcase, flowers, pictures dear,
silk dressing gown, a shirt once worn, red socks hung by the now dead fire.
His birthday morn is dawned, at last. From dreams we stir and grateful wake.
Again, again...we greet old friends, we make our peace, have guests to stay,
sing seasoned songs in harmony, inebriated for His sake...
what horrors stalked you through last night, conditioned you for Christmas Day.
tectak
Xmas 2013
Seriously for fun.
it reads like an exotic Dr. Who Christmas Special-majigger.