'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
Nothing was stirring
Except for the gaunt form of
the peasant scratching on the windowpane
Begging for a morsel of spoiled meat
and a sip of hot wine
SET THE DOGS!
Nothing was stirring
Not even the peasant at the window
They soon saw to that
Twas the night before Christmas
And in the moonlit Street
A child is pleading for something to eat
A handful of grain
Or a mouthful of bread
But the Bourgeois Demons
Just Leave him for dead
Twas the Night before Christmas
And not a smile in sight
Not even a second glance at
the Beggars plight
Paradise Lost for the Squalid Masses
in the Dirge of December
Author notes
Inspired by Opeth and Paradise Lost
Had to lock the doors and windows after writing line 5
We always forget at Christmas time
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