December lights I two

“December is a month of great expectations” Gun Roswell

December lights 

An angel called, asking, if we seen a pair of wings
You see, when on a drunken binge
When on the stage and trying some karaoke to sing
She had misplaced them after doing a new thing

A split like move, while finding her groove
Mixing the proverbial stew, with something totally new
Just on herself to improve and the audience to prove
An angel could do, much more than anyone knew