Poetry Back From Breaks

All in a day, muse on my bed ,eve of xmas I feared.. not to welcome death of an ace, made an extract, from no stag, such it tastes Of a year 'm most inspired by 20s from 16s Of this funfilled ink, that bears no feathers 'Array', they shan't fly away from books Made not by my fingers. My age hidden in this century,On a eve of Christmas Overwhelmed with frost, but muse not lifeless