The Past, is hunter of Present. To every effect, there's a cause. Indeed smartly dedicated.

Love the rhyme scheme you have crafted here... It gave me a sense of the night before Christmas... but it takes a dark twist and turn... and I love that!

Mercy... I could picture a man standing alone in the cold dark of night.... with a cigarette falling to the ground.. meeting gasoline... Love the visual display I got from this... Yes Yes Yes! Love this dark piece!!

Really good....:)

Amazing poem good job. :)