bittersweet

bittersweet
lovers weep
broken hearts
quarterbacks sneak
faded lights
another week
Christmas eve
children peek
at the crystal ball
where wise men seek
forgotten answers
where whispers leak
before the mist
a voice is heard
“hello out there
my silly friends
what do you seek
a mercedes benz
or a cadillac
maybe a hummer to
it does not matter
what I have to offer
is three empty coffins
any volunteers”