When summertime comes, Sun gods reign supreme,
We cheerfully play Cherry Blossom Blues;
With sandcastle dreams, quick melting ice cream,
Our memories adrift on a palm tree cruise.
When autumn arrives, Satan comes to town,
We mournfully hum Cherry Blossom Blues;
As stranger things roam, our world’s upside down,
The devil collects long-forgotten dues.
Midwinter, midnight, Santa’s gifts arrive,
The jingles disguise Cherry Blossom Blues;
Hearth-warming inside, our fires still alive,
What’s already lost we cannot now lose.
Fleeting rhapsody, spring’s flirtatious wink,
Bittersweet and sour, bluenote days in pink.
When the nights draw in and the clouds unpour,
When the blood-red leaves mark advancing Fall,
When the threat of winter bangs at our door,
It’s time once again for the Monster’s Ball.
All the usual suspects have come this night:
The undead, the quick and the corpsified;
There’s Count Dracula, flown in for a bite;
Doctor Frankenstein’s brought his creature’s bride.
On the dance floor zombies are shuffling slow
While the werewolves howl to the strobing beats;
Lord Cthulhu limbos the bar down low
As the Donald lies and again he cheats.
It’s a Monster’s Ball on All Hallow’s Eve;
Time to trick or treat, time to make believe.
“Little did he know” is our beginning
With the introduction of Harold Crick;
When he hears a voice, his day narrating,
He wonders – is he a schizophrenic?
Oh Harold isn’t mad, certainly not,
But his life is much stranger than fiction;
He stars in a book, his routine its plot
Where his death is soon planned to be written.
Avoiding their fate’s what most would attempt
But dear Harold saw no use pretending;
He couldn’t cheat death, he wasn’t exempt-
He saw beauty accepting his ending.
“Little did he know” is where we began;
Once he did, he showed, how to die a man.
You know what I need? A survival guide
For when the shuffling zombie hordes arrive;
Instructions for when I should run and hide,
With fighting techniques for staying alive.
No hold up, scratch that, what I really need
Is a kick-ass guide for vampire slaying;
How to save my neck when they try to feed,
Avoid their glamours with well-placed staking.
Or maybe, just maybe, what I need most
Is a guide to surviving high school cliques;
At my current rate I’m as good as toast,
Always marginalised with the other freaks.
In life’s monster’s ball you’re sure to be trolled,
That’s doubly true when you’re thirteen years old.
At the wild frontier of the galaxy,
Far beyond the reach of Alliance law,
Where the Reavers rage in a cloud of war,
Way out there you’ll find the Serenity.
Her brave captain looks out for me and mine
With a warrior woman his number two;
There’s a soaring leaf piloting her crew
And a Canton hero who don’t half whine.
Quick to help Companions when they need aid,
She is kept afloat by a shiny heart;
While the Shepherd’s compass directs their chart,
The two sheltered siblings won’t be betrayed.
They may lose their freedoms, may even die,
But from them you can’t ever take the sky.
“Winter is coming” or so maesters claim,
This book of golden summer will soon close;
So we must prepare with iron and flame
Pray to the Seven, save us from our foes.
Many are they, with each claiming that throne
Now that our belovèd stag is no more;
We wish for peace again, like that we’ve known
But travails and hardship lie now in store.
For far in the North, way beyond the Wall
In desolate lands where wildlings roam free,
Old monsters return to ruin us all,
Threats long forgotten, now real as can be.
Alone the Night’s Watch cannot win this fight;
Seven divided kingdoms must now unite.
When winter wraps itself round my body
There is no escape from its icy touch;
No place to hide when out in the city,
No safe refuge when it becomes too much.
Minds turn to spring when life begins once more
As buds begin to show themselves again;
Blossoms hold promise of riches galore
Bountiful hope for all women and men.
Summer then seems just a short leap away:
The open blue sky, the glorious sun,
Outdoor adventures that last all the day,
So many opportunities for fun.
Though winter’s at hand, it’s never been here;
Eternal summer is what makes us freer.