For a stray about an eve’s noir-ish wander, rosy hope fights to enter shadow’s ponder.

Ears perk at voids’ chills whilst wishing for a trotcozy to warm a glow per hole of path’s plot. ; )

Releasing ourselves from the transgressive holds of malice, mayhem, and matanza, Advent hangs upon our trespasses the dearest gifts: forgiveness, hope, and joy. ; )

Oh, tinseled tree that I must climb, wrath upon you is a prerogative.

Pressureless pause before Klaus’s kymograph draws—when time ticks over to sharpen claws.

Mew shredded sparklies in which I will bathe: kitty glitter a la festive. ; )

If you can fawn over fine, then you have made yourself a serendipper by choosing to toe as a sorrow nipper. ; )

After they were racked, she missed the cue. It was a wash. A gliff at the curious quarters led to T missing the line. So, she pooled her money for a top-up. ; )