My Christmas Adventure
By Mat Growcott
Darkness covered
The dead night streets,
I walked like a ghost
Alone and scared
Looking for a family
With whom I could share.
Its Christmas time I hate, Ya know
The way the children love the snow
The way the parents watch and smile
As the kids end up in a big Dog Pile.
So there I am
In the darkness covered
Dead night streets
When up ahead
Who should I meet?
Except the skeleton king
Who greets me well
And beckons me forward into hell
And I follow, for all the reasons in my head
I hate the pain, I want to be dead
He leads me down, the light, it blinds
Unknowing, what I'm about to find
There ahead is his kingdoms lair
With smoke, and fire and monsters delight
They scowl as I pass and try to bite
But the king up ahead hits them off
And scares them with a stomach renching scream
Which fills the night like a bad, bad dream
I see the snow start to hit the ground
It comes down strangely, from all around
I cannot see my friendly keeper
Who seems to be leading me deeper and deeper
To where I cannot say
But the futher away
From Christmas cheer
The better for me, I say, each year
But then we stop, and I scream in pain
I wish that it would stop, I'm going insane
The black heart doth come from in his chest
Thy head fell off
I'm sure he's dead.
But then I see the small round rock
Here lies the homeless
The poor
For they are the scum of the earth in our book
I consider it wisely and then decide
Christmas isn't for the poor or the dieing
Christmas is only for the rich,
To show off there money
To the neighbours and more
To show they're not tight-fisted
Like those people outside
Sitting in the snow, wrapped in newspaper
With bloodshot eyes
So I step to the rock and say a final prayer
The one which I recite every year
"Dear god, give me more,
what have I done do deserve your distaste?"
Then I sigh a final sigh
And allow myself into the ground
I only wish I could change the world
So this Christmas, when you awake,
Happy and Grateful
Remember my folk
The poor, the dieing, the homeless…
And think yourself lucky.
I get swallowed up and I see the dead king
Smile down at me, like I was just a thing.
I understand him now, and he understands me
We are both just pawns, in a game of Kings and Queens.