The stillness of One night,
Somewhere during the witching hour;
One can feel the presence of great Being,
Passing through the Souls of humanity.
The dark flickers of candlelight,
Outline a faint mirage;
Which haunts the rest of life.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
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