Devil’s Cross

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)

Santa Santa,

What’s in the box.

A Christ’s sign,

Or chocolate box.

Alas! He left,

Wasn’t he creepy?

An old man looks,

What to see?

The box with mother’s fingers

Children’s trust,

All lost!

All lost!

Santa Santa,

What did you –

He a liar.

He a –

Santa Santa,

A creepy soul.

He wasn’t Santa,

The deers were not real,

The box is a betrayal twist,

Santa wasn’t the faithful soul.

Oh! Bizzare.

My love is lost.

A horror of snake’s loyalty.

What an epic demonic-devotion.

The curse,

A curse of fake fealty.

Of what?

Of manners,

Of love,

Of trust.

Lord that’s a great tried-and-true test

Of the Unfaithful.

I’m aghast.

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)