Like a
ghost of Christmases past

I'm back, all in black still
for energetic protection

in a place I merely
and barely
survived

in a position of
unequivocal power

although I premonish
what will be

the reality is that
the humanity and
care is drained, deprived
even barren

and as long gone
as it was seventeen years ago
like a ghost of Christmases past

this place has stood still
in time and in discord to the outside world

without dichotomy
without hinderance

the only thing that will muster
the change needed
is if the embers of rage
are allowed to bellow
and to consume

and yet nothing will rise
in this age
from the ashes
no phoenixes nor hope

like the ghosts of Christmases past
it shall be a mere memory

and soon enough
only a legend of torture and pain
and wasted youth