Neon Antlers Rust-bled chrome beneath dead pines, The snow buries truth like forgotten crimes. Reindeer blaze where no hooves tread, A sleigh of ghosts, a car long dead. Headlights flicker, caught in haze, Frozen moments of darker days. Antlers glow like rigged-up stars, Mocking dreams through shattered cars. The engine coughs – a winter hymn, In forests thick and light grown dim. No Santa here, no holiday cheer, Just myths in metal, grinding gears. Lost roads hum of distant tunes, Where love's forgotten, beneath cold moons. You’ll drive to nowhere, you’ll make it far – A trail of flames and a dying car.