Today is the third Day
Even as everyday is Sabbath
When the Son rose, the world
received the promised Ghost

      First of firstfruit blessed
         day after the Seven
         when it was still dark
      And the kingdom came
         day after Seven Sevens
         yet hidden to this day

For a week, Israel wandered
For a week, bread is unleavened
Evening of the Seventh approaches, fast
But time shall divide, till not one is lost

Cicadas gather on the grapevine,
a mass of wings and vibrating abdomens.
Males call out to females
but it is the grey squirrels who answer,
chattering loudly as they feast on insect flesh.

I sip cold wine and tap my fingers
on thin glass, watching and waiting.
My phone buzzes next to me;
you, calling, again.
I ignore it and turn my gaze back to the feast.

I gazed through my window, to the field of Summer's green below, releasing a sigh, more akin to a moan; for having been born to this tropical paradise, I have never seen fields of snow and ice.

The Capital bustles, with crowds I'm sure, those legions advancing towards all stores; thoughtless exhausting the coin that they had for all year stored.

So this Christmas now, a feast and a fair; a chance for children to have a hundred toys, ninety-nine of which will never be played with again.

I suppose that's fine, go on then and dine, dye you glasses red with the decadence of wine. Feast! Feast till you are merry and fat; eat all on your plate, and I won't begrudge you that.

All I want for this Christmas are my kin, my friends. To have them near, anything I would gladly trade.

A feast,
For a defeat.
Why party only when you win ,
Celebrate the defeat too.
It ain't like you lost yourself,
A match is all that is lost.
There are many to come,
This won't be the last.
Failure is the beginning of success,
Because it shows you tried.
Being great just doesn't fly in ,
It comes with toil .
Hardwork makes you who you are,
It brings respect and trust.
Determination is an armour,
To fight a battle.
The will to fight till the last,
Even if you lose.
There are two gifts in the end,
Victory and defeat.
Maybe you got defeat this time,
But it is not a crime for someone else to be better than you.
Victory, well it's tough,
It may take more than you know.
The effects are not instant,
It comes with acceptance.
Of the defeat we so disgust,
Celebrate your defeat and pain
Because you just can't crumble to the ground.
It takes patience for Victory,
And learning from one 's mistake.
But the point is to face defeat,
Whatever it takes.

My eyes begin to tremble
Is this another dream?
Inside my friend, the devil
was lying underneath.

No, it's not a dream
Nightmares never cease
The beast that stood before me
saw nothing more than feast.

A feast consisting of my flesh
and drenched into my blood
My heart enfeebled in my chest
as his face began to rot.