BLUE CHRISTMAS.
It’s Christmas once again,
the family round the fire.
The film is gripping,
we’re eating and sipping.
All of us are there.
The house is dark and quiet
as it slumbers on the hill.
Then suddenly;
a loud BANG!
Gives us all a chill.
“What could that noise be”?
Charlie said to me.
“It came from in the kitchen,
we’d better go and see”.
Still dark and lonely,
down the stair,
we crept and took the utmost care.
Not knowing what we’d find,
as we were surely walking blind.
I fumbled for the switch,
afraid to look behind.
The lights went on.
We gasped ! aloud.
We’re standing in a misty cloud.
Shattered glass all around,
we listened for another sound.
Nothing. No one there.
The silence, began to scare.
We checked the door,
the window too.
All were locked,
the mist now blue.
Now sure that we were on our own,
half expecting to hear a moan.
We started to investigate,
we found the glass beneath every plate.
Under cups, and in the drawer.
It covered all the kitchen floor.
The icy mist now clearing
as we cleaned up the glass.
It went right through the window,
and settled on the grass.
The room was getting warmer,
but we started then to shiver.
Was it shock, or fear?
(I know you think it was the beer).
The poltergiest is energy.
Something strong that we can’t see.
The pure energy of the mind,
shows us what we’re meant to find.
Not knowing then, what I know now.
It slipped us by, as we didn’t know how,
to see the clues it left behind,
for the benefit of all mankind.
A poltergiest is scary
if you don’t know its mind.
It could be of the Black Queen,
the worst that you could find.
It would make a friend of you,
keeping you warm,
in the misty blue.
She’ll fulfill your every dream.
Help you plan, and help you scheme.
She’ll turn your head the other way.
Make your nights,
eternal day.
You should find love in the misty blue.
But lust and greed she’ll give to you.
To help you play her spiteful game,
she’ll take the guilt that gives you shame.
When you keep your mind, pure and clear.
Live life for love, she won’t come near.
Keep the White King in your mind,
you’ll see the clues that help mankind.
The broken glass,
like diamonds,
were left to give a clue.
What we must surely look for,
in the eyes that we meet
in the misty blue.
The glass was shattered by energy.
So pure and strong,
that we couldn’t see.
The gentle mist gave another clue.
The colour of love,
Is A Beautiful Blue.
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