Clockwork-Incubus

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA, Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh. Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care, In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there. The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads. And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light, Had just settled down to log-off for the night, When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter, Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter. To the browser window he flew like a flash, Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache. When what to his art-loving ey

The pressed flower recalls memories in the evening sky To that time, when I would count on my fingers, the days until we met. In the good ol' days of clear blue skies the broken dream and To my sorrow, the endless evidence of my crime, One night voiceless is Spring. Drowining in the evening, when it was still cold I saw the early blossoming cherry blossoms And there she stood underneath them, but that's an old story. In those days she was lovely and so very beautiful And yet something about her face seemed sad, You see, she was hiding the tears of the dusk behind that long hair This place reflects you and even the many things