"At Midnight"

October 27, 2008
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Ding Dong!
Ding Dong!
Just seconds til the noon of night.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong!
’Tis the most magical hour of the most magical eve.
The wizened grandfather tolls his warning
To all who would stir from their dreams of sugarplums.

Shadows dart along the walls,
While toys shake off their year-long slumbers.
Ever on time, the evergreen, burdened with abundant baubles,
Ascends to tickle the ceiling.

Skirts rustle and wings flutter fervently,
A beat for the soldiers to march to.
The candles flicker in an unearthly wind,
Illuminating the wooden face of the general.
Ding Dong!

Hands clasped behind his back,
He surveys his army, the painted smile thin
And the rose kisses vanished from his cheeks,
The smooth face eerie in the sputtering glow.
Ding Dong!

Not a single wrinkle dares disturb his uniform,
Despite the walnut crumbs ensnared in his snow-white beard.
The hilt of a sword protrudes from a coal belt,
Eager for the blood of foes.
Ding Dong!

Silhouettes now can be distinguished
From the enlarged chink in the wall.
Enemies’ eyes smolder in the blackness,
The devil’s beacons of bedlam.
Ding Dong!

Soldiers aim their rifles,
Ding Dong!
Tails swishing, rats stalk into the light, sabers bared.
Ding Dong!

The general’s grip tightens on his sword, eyes narrowing.
Ding Dong!
Heaven help the poor lass who
Stumbles upon these battlegrounds
’Tis St. Nick’s witching hour.
Ding Dong!
The battle has begun…





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