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- - - BLACK LIGHTS - - -
Black lights hang from a withered tree
Baubles dimming in a failing breeze
I sip from mulled wine as the house
Smells of death and holly
Celebrating the becoming
Another year, joyous singing
I mourn those long since gone
Those trapped within this song
The stockings hang filled with cobwebs
Portraits glare with the eyes of the dead
The cemetery beckons me
Awash in tears recently shed
The rain came down cold and grey
But I couldn’t feel it
The ghost remain on this day
You should have seen it
Standing ‘round the Christmas tree
You should have heard it
Choirs of the restless screams
I’ll never forget it
Sad offerings wrapped in black weave
The tinsel flutters pitifully
Six feet beneath me, will they rest
As I turn fitfully?
Celebrating the becoming
Another year, joyous singing
I mourn those long since gone
Those trapped within this song
Idols buried in the frozen ground
As I linger here as if spellbound
I curse thee, merry men of glee
Hatred rekindled and unbound
The rain came down cold and grey
But I couldn’t feel it
The ghost remain on this day
You should have seen it
Standing ‘round the Christmas tree
You should have heard it
Choirs of the restless screams
I’ll never forget it
Aegritu transiens anno
Venit cum eis aquam fellis
Mihi opus est manere in praeterito
Et excoquam ad omnem felicitatem
Celebrating the becoming
Another year, joyous singing
I mourn those long since gone
Those trapped within this song
The rain came down cold and grey
But I couldn’t feel it
The ghost remain on this day
You should have seen it
Standing ‘round the Christmas tree
You should have heard it
Choirs of the restless screams
I’ll never forget it
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 25th Dec 2015
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25th Dec 2015 6:03am
I was wondering when someone
would write a wonderful poem of
the holiday kind.
This is more of what I was thinking
of too.
And you have done it Hades.
Well done... Pan
would write a wonderful poem of
the holiday kind.
This is more of what I was thinking
of too.
And you have done it Hades.
Well done... Pan
25th Dec 2015 6:07am
25th Dec 2015 6:14am
Seems like this is the only portion
of your poem that shows up when
I open it to read.
"Aegritu transiens anno
Venit cum eis aquam fellis
Mihi opus est manere in praeterito
Et excoquam ad omnem felicitatem"
of your poem that shows up when
I open it to read.
"Aegritu transiens anno
Venit cum eis aquam fellis
Mihi opus est manere in praeterito
Et excoquam ad omnem felicitatem"
25th Dec 2015 6:45am
Wow, that's weird. I hope you can read Latin. Lol. I'll try to see what's up with it.
25th Dec 2015 9:56am
HadesR. Thats a good read:) dark poems seem to have your signature in it...but the year is fading fast, no need to be sorrowful of its passing for next year will pass too...Merry Christmas and Happy New year ahead, Frank.
25th Dec 2015 12:24pm
