Merry Maker Of This Winter

By Pritish Gupta

A dime, my madam, a dime is all it had take

The carriage across the northwood forest

But beware, the fairies descent this time of the year

As the snow basks everything in lustrous white

They play in the fields of gods, to no forest they had ever went to

No other home, me, a mere carrier of people 

A merry maker this season, no rides to winter castle this time of year

Yet the Christmas there, the locals call it heaven of earth

No god be more pleased then the merry of people beyond these trees

So madam, a dime, a dime it is, keep your eyes close

If you see them but once, the eyes go blind

The whole world suddenly seems filled with snow, its pure but, inside your heart it 

feels so very hollow

Great choice miss, now let me, the carriage door is heavy

I am mere worker of the king, ride horse

Drive them home, south castle they spend this time

Only locals blessed, royalty disowned by heavens

Now let's hurry before the festival is in full swing

Might not want a fairy playing hide and seek

They are devious little beings

Hohoho, merry time merry fair

Lord blessed all that come see the affair

Hoohooo, mumblings and jumbling

All there

The northwood forest, enter he who dare

Hoohoooo

The carriage that pulled forward one horse step at time

Suddenly felt so very light, might be gust of wind

The wood creaked carriage rattled in great swing 

Gone were the lights, left behind the golden

In the dusk it was all very silver

The madam inside felt her body shaken

The soul that went searching beyond what's human

The eyes that closed saw something 

Sneak by, it had wings, the sound swooping ear to ear

Rings, bells

Oh madam its the locals visiting forest, 

Closed eyes, unwavering belief 

They trespass the lines, ringing the bells

To tell they are blessed ones

Yet the heart impure lay down

For angels seek heavens, and to those who seek beyond, banished they are from worship of the lord

Tell me miss, what have you here, 

None of my business of course

But very specific day you chose

The castle awakening, guardian dinner at play

You seem like the beauty of earthly realms

That even angels be jealous of at any banquet 

But why this, do you ask for favour of lordship

I am mere merry maker of winter

In snow my carriage runs 

A dime, a dime, north we goo, walk in line

WALK IN LINE

As the singing grew hold of bells in the back

The carriage felt empty, weightless

Except from little miss,  it was like flying

Gliding, like the feet in clouds, 

It became fast, it went faster still, suddenly

A thud, a top, the weight came back

It looked heavy, screeches, howls

Fairies dancing miss, the fairies it is

Never question the merry maker how he guides forest north

Amongst the many cliffs of snow that never did thaw

Never ask the drawer of paths, why now

Why this season, why only him

The bells grew loud, louder still

The carriage felt stuck, crushed in trees

The lustrous silver sprinkling amongst the snow that fell

The wings cut, torches bathing in fire

The cold of silver, the grey amongst the forest all crashing down

Hoohooo for the lord has come

Winter castle, north castle , my lovely manor

I come, banished me, some heaven maker you are 

My people let me put you to rest

Hoohooo eons of carriage drawn 

Now she is here,

The axis of universe

The nigh of heavens, beyond, she is the beyond of your heaven 

Hoohooo heeeve hoo heevee hoo

Hold my hand, veil covering the eyes that glow green

Grim, she reaps the woods that have far out grown a forest deep

Amongst the banquet of "angels" 

Has she wrote her name in gold

What is it to yellow bright luster 

The grey never would hold

Disowned by my own keep, my own people

My own reap

I sow grudges deep, tonight bear witness

Never walk the line, dimensions blur

Open your eyes madam, let me see

The reaper and her scythe 

The food you eat, the merry you make

A dime I took, eons every winter today

For the carriage ride back home she will take

The beauty that defy a God,

What's angels to her

Let the evening begin

10 headless "angels" and a dime to my name

Winter fall here I come

Painting snow silver under this moon

Take the lady home, beyond this heaven's ruse

By Pritish Gupta