The Wedding is Off!

Midnight and the whispers begin.

Christmas festivities slinking to end

premonitions flow in on vicious wind

fear congeals blood in icy eggnog

deer prance through what will never be

evil reverberates in paralyzed elves

wail of the storm lambastes my core

snow cloaks my windows so I can’t see

evening eyes hide under darkened veil

black wedding clouds sink in plain sight

shrouded in wreathed tears of loss

rhythms withdraw from spasmodic promises

shifting breeze hides scattered confetti

blowing away dreams of royal crowns

anxiety runs through champagne veins

massive void where no guests remain

sugar plums never sampled by sprites

soggy garlands strewn about the ruins

squeezed by the cold fist of cancellation

my dreams ride off in a broken sleigh

wicked Santa is nowhere to be seen

The Christmas Wedding is off!