Curious imaginations

In one of those infamous nights,
I glanced outside the window,
The rain was reincarnated,
In the cold, white snow.
The overwhelming beauty of white pearls,
Rather charmingly cynical,
The retrospective impulse,
To commit something sinister.
The feeling was rather tedious,
Much horrible as it was,
I flung myself on the couch,
Manifesting the boredom inside.
The time lapsed,
At a vague delay,
The value of emotions in life,
I yet have to decide.
How horrible of a night that was,
No moon but all the stars around,
Blinking, sparkling, flickering stars,
Flashing through the metal bars.
I gazed in wonder,
What a wonderful sight that was,
When a reindeer hop inside the view,
Like a dream I have fantasized.
I tumbled downstairs,
As soon as possible,
To catch the majestic bewitchment,
Through the pearls who were unsynchronized.
How dreadful that was,
That it got scared,
It hopped and disappear,
In the cold, white snow.
I was standing, helpless,
Fascinated by the act that had been played,
The moment I realized,
All sinister thoughts were gone away.