Last December
Once upon a time in December.........
No;........
Let the records show......
Last December............
I Alas Jane Potter had gone insane
And so the stories
Dime your lights
And close the binds
Listen to the dead of night
Look to the stars and wait
Sliver and gold
And rose colored boats
Ride in the night sky
An abyss of mysterious events
Are about to occur
As the snow falls you drift to sleep
But sleep you shell not
Slowly you ride in between the unknown
A world where honey is red
And the houses are small
Where the stars seem to falling
Where the water sparkles......endlessly!
The people here have wings
And some houses in trees
Glitter and magic
With a little bit of faith
Is all it takes to believe
Last December
I Alas Jane Potter
Went insane and I loved it
And I shall agian
Next December
when winter comes to vist.
My fairy tale in December.
Copyright © Anthea Ghobede | Year Posted 2017
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