"A Christmas Story"
Once upon a time in a land not afar
Dwells a hapless poor girl with atrocious scars
Perched on the filthy ground in a nearby car
Piteous thoughts vagabonding up to Mars
As the Christmas lights flicker just like the stars.
A sudden gaze at such lustrous luminosity
Made a pang of wishful thinking seize this entity
It's much apparent upon her eyes' viridity
As they caught a glimpse of an enthralling Christmas tree
A plea, a murmur, to end this sad reality.
A hope to grab a hold of the world's genuine beauty
Longing to beat the cold and feel warm tepidity
To be free and playful like other kids' levity
But then, these desires flied in a moment's brevity
When a blinding light came to cease her insanity.
And so she stood with all her existing might
Clinging on to dear life so fierce and tight
Her vision roaming to the source of light
Inside the car lies what must be a sprite
Who'll grant her fervent wish that fateful night.
Out her vehicle, the mademoiselle went
Smiled, sauntered, and stoop in a little bent
Her mind says one thing, "This girl is heaven sent.-
That the One up there cordially let her lent."
For both of them, together they were real meant.
The myriad ornamental lights
Remains flicking in sheer delight
Another sanguine tale of faith
Proves it is all worthy to wait
Before one could revel and sate.
-December 04, 2012
