Chapter Sixty Three: Evil Allusions

To All Those Concerned

Listen If You Have Ears

This is what the poem said,

solemn, and mostly true:

It was both the beginning

and the shocking end

A world of anxiety

in an unfair disposition

of values, of moral decay

The commencement of which

the Christmas presents

And the inquisitive way

of the imaginative mind

An ode to the Eve of love

However, the enemy lures

it lurks with a lust for blood

So that death, may it be

Befall upon to those unworthy.

In a fashionable way,

generosity begins

The commerce of the kind

Carefully wrapped within

A surprised look

before a breakfast nook

Then it begins

The Christmas future clings

Despite the evil allusion

To a monstrous nature

As it breaks the rules

while the Story Board moves

To outlaw him, strictly 

without a clue

A story of a company

Dissolved, then no more

As the threat ensues

But how can it be?

Santa Claus wasn't greedy

There is no pure harm

That he intends to keep

The ghosts are witnesses

To his shock, and incredulity

After the many trials

And the painful ways of men

His path objects

To the widing road

that points to the end

The demise of mythology

and defying alchemy!

Oh how sweet and bitter

are the chocolates made!

Like the flavor of this poem

So happy and gay

It begins in a daze

of dedicated songs 

an indulgent misery

Carefully crafted belongingly

To the heart's desire

But the love denies

The heart skips a beat

Then overwhelmingly

The body tasted the treats

The tongue carries the intent

And then romance started

Everything made sense

The fury of the love's extent!

The poison and loneliness

a Werewolf's curse

Yet nothing much to do

The unfortunate fate

and the fit of unlucky charms

Manufactured to his own sight

Albeit evil and ruthless

That such witness say

And the pile of monstrous lies

The raging tongues of fire

That wielded the phoenixes

To rise from the ashes, 

the infinite petrified

Oh, how unhappy it was

To gaze upon the death

of humanity's own calling

That falls into a trap

A massive jaw of regret

Nothing more shall prosper

From the roots, penetrating

the mud of intellectual peril

of contextual devotion

Overt and consensus

Deliberately portrayed

In our midst

Amazingly clever!

Ode of a Werewolf

Author Unknown

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