The Krampus

Beware the wrath of the Northern Polar boogie man, The Anti-Clause, a legendary beast of nightmarish voracity, From folklore mythology, a dark creature of demonic prowess, Lurks in the hidden shadow realm, in a freezing forbidden zone, Of Artic temperatures deadly depth, where raw instincts thrive On basic survival alone! Sensing his ill prescience even Jack Frost takes shelters Offensive stance whistling not, nay instead leaving the area For friendlier territories beyond, this creatures evil grasp! Blistering creaking, bone chilling bitter winds blow thus, For tonight it emerges, from whereabouts’ murky passages Unknown, beneath ice covered alpine mountains, a hissing Snarling echoes against the rocky ragged slopes! Behold the fork tongued beast, with piercing red glowing eyes, Steps outwards from the hollows darkest myth, and into the Realm of humanities reality, a ram horned satyr, Whose existence is linked by fate to none other than Father Christmas himself, the balancing scale of good And evil must be maintained after all! To mystical legends intertwined, by ancient scrolls Of positive and negative, a good list, and one naughty, Twin opposing sides, Old Chris Kringle beloved by all The children of the world, and the Krampus feared! A gigantic Manimal grinning with a seething grimace, Unrolls his sacred parchment of tainted names and Deeds mischievous, checking by his talon clawed Digits each child will receive crimes punishment! As the Krampus drool drops upon the newly fallen Snow stinging it to burn and sizzle, an anticipation Of his hunger never satisfied for violence and Mayhem, the whipping branch quivers in this Anti-Christmas creatures massive grasp! As Santa Clause’s magical crimson sack holds the Dreams of millions innocent, so within the Krampus Black ebony knapsack, lies the screams of countless Generations of lost souls forgotten! In the cold of the forbidden night, a stalker crunches At the layers of ice and snow, with heavily laden hoof Steps, seeking, waiting for the lights of houses to be Shut off, then the Krampus will strike with cruelties Unmerciful limb of justice! Nay but some naughty offenders receive a terrifying Fate beyond the clashing lash, at the double check mark Of the Krampus’s fine point claw, these greedy and soiled Children of humanity disappear, within the bowels of his Ebony knapsack, never to return again to the World of men! As the Krampus’s bag threshes, this beastly Anti-Clause, Recites an Ancient unnerving tune: THE KRAMPUS UN-LULLABY Fee-Fi-Foe-Fume I smell the foul stench of a naughty one, Be she or he fast asleep or wide awake, their souls and Flesh shall be mine, by Christmas morns faded rays of twilight, Now hush, hush little Johnny or Jane, for I am thy equalizer For eternal pain, beware my wrath and stinging branch, Greed’s spoiled and guilt’s bullies, for I am the ageless, The unrelenting, the creature known as the Krampus! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN