December's Tale

In the quiet of December
I hear you drawing near;
Footfalls crunching on gravel,
Your breath is in my ear

In the empty of December
I feel you getting in;
Clawing deep into my mind
And underneath my skin

In the darkness of December
I see just what you are;
A sneaky monster costumed
As a man without a scar

In the whiteness of December;
I realize what you've done;
You have lied, cheated, stolen
And, somehow, you've still won

In the middle of December
I cannot get away;
It's quiet and it's empty
And no one hears me pray

In the hollow of December
My warmth has become cold;
You walk away and leave me-
A story left untold