Some random poem. It's Roxas' point of view if you wanted to know. Oh, I KNOW it's not Christmas, but I felt Christmas-y
The Misfortunes of Christmas
I'm trapped in the center
In the middle of it all
They're white like marshmallows
And they're really, really tall,
They're just like wires
Moving in that funny way
They just keep on coming
Wriggling as they sway.
It's not supposed to be funny
Because I'm in dire peril
The Dusks keep on coming
Singing off-key Christmas carols
I'm running in the snow now,
Screaming as they wriggle,
That's all they really can do,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
This is why I hate Christmas,
With all the Dusks and more,
I really wish I had bought a gift
For Axel at the store.
Yeah I know it isn't Christmas, but I had this really weird inspiration suddenly.
Laugh all you want.
