A Christmas Wish (amended)

An old and very warm fuzzy wuzzy Christmas wish

In the darkest season of his reason
When even justice in art is not justified
Where goes the mind of man?
Where but in fancy, does he anchor his faculty?
Madness begins to unthread the fabric of his soul
And Satan’s angel becomes his doctor:
The cause in one hand, and the cure in the other.
Smile on me angel, a beggar, pimp, and prostitute;
I have left no soul to sell, nothing in my heart,
But pain of being; have you a gift for me?
Offer it, before my conscience has time to betray,
And give reason for my darkest season.

© shywolf 2023
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OMG Bro,
We would make a right pair at Christmas and no mistake! ๐Ÿ˜‰
I can see the season has you going all introspective like me.
Pity wolves don’t hibernate.
Great to see you posting again. A high quality poem full of inner questioning and angst.
Very well executed with a classical feel. Here’s a nom to cheer you.

Wolf sis x


A powerful piece full of anguish and introspection and a cry for help, seeking comfort in a season which is supposed to be one of love and goodwill.


A well deserved Nom Shywolf, love the internal rhymes in this and the consistent theme all be it a dark introspective view that takes the reader on an uneasy journey of how this season can get under our skin, well penned. Keith


Well, I thought this was brilliant! Great to see you posting again, and have a…er…um…interesting Xmas ๐Ÿ˜‰

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