Krampus speaks from the Great In-Between

Will he be visiting you with more than a lump of coal? (A dark voice whispers) Love and loneliness Unspoken dreams of romance and broken hearts Shall have no reunion But instead Like fettered beasts to the slaughterhouse They will stare foolishly into the distance As they are abandoned, Pleading for hope and a new companion For deaden souls deserve no salvation Such is my curse of the Dammed Running or walking throughout Every living nation Men or women Especially at Christmas Swimming naked in pools of hate and judgement Shall become as one As they hear my approaching bells Under the gaze of my cosmic gun Love and loneliness Sadness and pain Will be their everlasting daylight In their souls window panes My silver mistress, Mother Moon Will seal their fate On the twenty-fifth When presents are received For the spiteful and jealous The hateful and cruel Who loves to deceive You better pray to change your ways Before Christmas Eve Or you might get a visit from me Even if in me, You do not believe (C) Copyright John Duffy