Christmas of the Dead

• Artist: Procer Nex
• Description: I know it's a little late, but I wrote this poem a few years back. It was one inspired by the fact that so many people just seemed to claim they were "attuned" with death. That they knew what the dead felt. Yes, I have gone to graveyards and left presents on christmas morning. Because I know that even in death, people still want to be remembered on this holiday.
• Date: 01/01/2009
• Tags: christmas dead dark

Sing us a soft lullaby of christmas past.
Sing us a song of christmas last.
A night when the dead came to us.
A night of great fuss.
For the presents santa gave weren't for those who live.
The graveyard seemed to be the place where santa would give.
Now, now...no need to lose your head.
For last christmas was the christmas of the dead.

Your gifts have been left in the cold,
being taken by those men and women of old.
Life is so sacred, yet in the end we die.
Happiness is so perfect, yet in the end we cry.
Have no fear, of loss or regret.
For it is christmas...and happiness it doth beget.

Yet upon the stones, and in the dirt.
The dead must wallow, lost and hurt.
Why should they be forgotten on this day?
They were people who used to laugh and play.
So let Santa Claus visit those who have died.
And maybe this christmas the dead won't have cried.

Comments

[Lady Alice Road Kamelot]

Well, I don't celebrate Christmas, but this is so touching my eyes prickled.

[karm_trebolo]

I actually cried when I read this, and I say that anything that can make me cry gets a 5/5!