Krampus

 

The sound of cloven feet

pacing around,

clopping and clacking

across the icy ground.

Dirt matted animal hide,

through eyes that dart

a little too wide,

he leers.

Smiles his weird, wicked sneer.

Snarls beneath grim, gnarly beard.

Tongue slithers over

decaying, yellow-stained grin.

 

Demonic horns

twisting and framing

distorted wretched face,

Yellow, the eyes

he uses to trace.

Seeking and searching

for disobedient ones.

Chains rattle as he strides along.

Humming to himself.

A sound unlike that

of a Christmas song.

 

He's making his list,

he checks it twice,

misbehaved this year?

Then it's time to say goodbye.

He will lock you up.

Throw away the key.

From his chains

you cannot flee.

Krampus will lead you,

bagged up in the dark,

on the back

of his wooden cart.

To the lakes of fire

deep in the depths

of the earth's molton heart.

 

 

 

 

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