Feast of Shadows

Table stretched like a battlefield

Bones piled high the truth concealed

Grins so wide but the room’s ice cold

Stories told but the silence bold

Cranberry red like the blood we bled

What’s alive when the past is dead

Feast of shadows carve the pain

Pass the guilt pass the blame

Raise a toast to the ghosts we made

Feast of shadows never fades

Turkeys burn but we choke it down

Laughter cracks like a funeral sound

Harvested lies on the golden plate

Grateful smiles but it’s all too late

Pumpkin pie hides the bitter taste

What’s forgiven when it’s all erased

Feast of shadows carve the pain

Pass the guilt pass the blame

Raise a toast to the ghosts we made

Feast of shadows never fades