frightened
naughty child
hid under his bed
♦
peeking out
his safe place
anticipating a frightful fate
♦
the kid expected its touch
of cold big hands
pulling into the dark
♦
the first thing he saw,
was Krampus’ yellow eyes
sharp teeth and claws
♦
then the scared little guy
smelled sulfur stench
and rancid goat crap
♦
as if something
crawled into its mouth
and died a horrible death
♦
Krampus
got closer
till it grabbed the child's arms
♦
the sound of its hooves
was a creepy clip-clop
to the beat of the kid's heart
♦
Big K grabbed him tightly
and the last thing
the scared child saw
♦
were piercing dead eyes,
a wide mouth,
and a coarse tongue
♦
he screamed
all the way to hell
hearing Krampus say
~ no gifts for naughty kids ~
I'm not Santa Claus
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