Commands attention.

Unusual darkness,

beaming static texture

faintly off glass.

Blood shed, light.

Darkness just behind.

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before My Christmas,

to wed I will be hers.

trains depart, Uncle Sam’s orders.

new brides bid farewell.

Not today, nay.

Cinderella steps from her carriage.

to me she walks.

young and beautiful.

that glance melts me now.

lucky me.

twelve days