On a Christmas Eve

T K . I y a c , a I k y a . Y m e t , l p . L , J

Once in a great while a man, a rake,

heal, brute, a bad man.

Can find warmth,

love,

solace,

happiness,

soft and tender kisses,

from

a blessing

on a Christmas eve....

Once in a great while,

one whom would be the villainous son,

a conspiring subaltern,

nameless clerk,

he too can look upon a sleeping beauty,

breath a sigh of undeserved love,

glance of an "R",

or stone....

And once,

once in a great while.

A brute of stone,

will fall to his knee's.

Thank his ancient God's,

offer his strength,

his fire,

and the heart of a mountain.

But once upon the eve of Christmas,

an undeserved rake,

brute, villainous son,

all sort of man,

can find peace with a loved one.

For small stolen moments of time,

we may rest,

the villans,

brutes,

once on a small Christmas eve we shall feel like the rest of humanity.

We shall feel loved.

We shall feel the warmth through stone hearts and forced titles.

Upon a Christmas eve,

a lady whom one man would die A thousand deaths,

sleeps. 

Her stone protector, 

gives thanks.

 

Reviews

[Muse]

Why no reviews??????

This is one of your best writings yet! Even the hardest of hearts can be made soft when the moment is right. The depressed can maybe feel joy again...this is the one time of year when the peasant can give a priceless gift. The villan can redeem himself if he wants too. But then again...why wait for a holiday...why not do it today, lets not post-pone another tomorrow.