Krampus pt.1

#not for Christmas, but for life

It’s late Christmas Eve on Winterbourne Road 
 The snowfall is crisp and shockingly cold 
 When up on the rooftop of number eight 
 A scrabbling wind knocks some ice off the slates 

And from out of the darkness rides folklore and fear 
 In a pale, wooden sleigh with six ghastly reindeer 
 He steps onto the lawn in a slithering mist 
 Then flicks a wry smile and pulls out a list 

He checks on it once and stops by a name 
 Takes a glance ‘round the street and checks it again 
 Then he shoulders a sack, leaves the reindeer untied 
 Kicks down the front door and heads on inside

 He picks up a scent like the stuff of nightmares  
 Gives a self-assured snarl, and bounds up the stairs 
 His breath is all primal, he’s covered in lice 
 He’s not on the hunt for a kid who’s been nice  

tbc…