Christmas With The Devil

Bright the lights or so they seem
When blinded by your grace
You held me close unto your heart
Secluded in your world
I’m now your fallen angel
The cast-off from your Christmas tree
Where once I sat upon my post
How gloriously I shone
However high you placed me
Always I was with you
Sadly now my shoes are filled
By some anonymous other
How bitterly love turns it’s head
Looking there with loathing
You have my soul but not to keep
Nor the pieces of my heart
Oh how you wish you’d never met
The one you deem abnormal
The monkey on your back
Or the devil at your door
I am a fallen angel
A cast-off from your Christmas tree
Your frail and sparse perfection
I’m seeing through at last