Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

The jovial beast,

it craved what I stole,

it wanted it back,

it wanted its soul,

but I had changed it into an impossible thing,

once the soul of a child,

was now a corporate whore,

 lost and persuaded,

drugged and raped by all,

a religious event,

now a monumental money spinner for the rich,

so fear me if you dare,

 shield your eyes of the truth,

 let the snow bells jingle,

 let the presents be plentiful,

but know me to be true,

I’ll come for you this year,

and I’ll take more than you want me to…