Through Darkest Night...
by Kaelci
[Writer]
Through darkest night baubles of silver they gleam
Ten golden baubles shine by moonlight
Hidden within every shadowy corner does stand
A strange spruce emanating deepest fear deepest fright
The people they ignore they cheer and they wrap
The strange spruce they stand in despair
Dressed in shrouds of artificial reds and greens
The people lark and make merry no care
Not one living soul remembers that eve long past
The witch he crouched in stealth in deep night
Clothed in red and disguised by shocking white beard
Within each tree was transferred most mocking plight
He cackled with glee a throaty, “Ho ho ho!”
Clawed hand deposited an elven soul for each tree
These helpers so innocent had pledged their selves long ago
Now trapped they lament they will never be free
Overwhelming senses of pies eggnog and cheer fill the air
Taunting those who now stand concealed and unknown
Yet here stands a soul who has suffered one too many tears
The people they do not listen their hearts made of stone
Brave soul of an elf forces his aura to grow to expand
He’s endured enough his star shimmers with golden glow
Treetop star dances and spins through yellow candlelight
To and fro the fires flicker anticipating north wind blow
Yellow flames they spread as an eerie cackle fills the sky
The tree takes a step harbouring demonic silhouette within
Filled with anger the elf howls for the red man of the past
The haunted elf screams enraged for his lost self friends and kin
Through darkest night a piercing scream does linger
Ten golden baubles painted in crimson lay broken
They walk no longer hidden no longer concealed
They who once were Santa’s helpers now have spoken.
edit on 3 12 2016 by kaelci because: Fixed flow.