A little closer to the holiday
I’m much too far from this delight
Which many eyes do tell
In my world creatures yell
They doesn’t even feel the sense of brightness
Which, as they say, bring happiness and mirth…
Some think that this new year will be new birth
Trusting in hope for ghostly dreams
Which turn into the nightmares after
However still, until the first sun in the year will shine
They blind each other smiling strangely, dimly…
This ado, tenseness of the flowing time
Running like bee from bed to a caramel tree
To bring some sweets and make everything done
So many planned before until the most deadline
And tired they do fall asleep like log
Then in the night they’ll meet the perfumed fog
Pour champagne in the ordinary glass
To drink like water under clocking spasm
Then cry until the hoarse all good and best
Wishing this year be better than the rest…
Let us New Year and Halloween combine…
Hello, Santa! And goodbye…
Would you prefer to find yourself in casket?
Or winter swamp shall swallow your fat?
This sign of death puts on your face charisma
And now you wish them all Happy New Death…
This could be quiet a mess, the joker’s tricks
The one of those clowns from the hell
If I could let him in, but I’m the same
As many of those who believe in stupid dreams…
So, even if the darkness getting harder
And freshness of the holiday slips off
I want this tale fairy and so touching
Embraced by warmth of loveliness décor…