My feet are claw-like

My hands grip the clues

Indebted I am to the front-running muse

Write a poem, a story 

Confess those cold blues

It’s fucking Christmas so

Spread the news

Of the odd reindeer you were

Of the lost elves who raised you

Of the life that you had

Of the anger that becomes you

Grow older and golden

Grow less beholden

Lead the masked and unbidden

Ride the sleigh from the lesson

You know now, you creature
of energy and sin

You know now you elder

That light is the thing

That darkness depends on

A legitimized life

That darkness lives only

In heroic light

You know now the scars

Slash darkness in time

You know now just 

how to find the rhyme

the questions keep coming

the signs won’t last

you know now what boots
tread the ongoing path