No Feast for the Wicked

Beneath the sheet, above the stone

Around the Christmas tree

The chains and links, the clanky clinks

The wailing jubilee 

A spirit in a mug appears

And sloshes whiskey round

The presents hover through the jeers

And lift up off the ground

Unlikely as it all may seem 

A table soon arrives 

As if a sugar plum-like dream

A feast of forks and knives

A demon and a goddess join

To spread good faith and hate

Embracing all the souls set free

Or ones the demon ate

Forever, all eternally 

Eclipse the season's treat

The holidays are ghastly frays 

For no ghost gets to eat

#poetry #horror #supernatural #paranormal