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.