Krampus

In the darkness, something moves,
A thing of horns and teeth,
Our dreams, our fears, the things we know,
But try hard to forget,
It stalks the night in Winter’s chill,
It goes from house to house,
It knows the secret fears and dreams,
It knows what we try to hide,
It knows when we are sleeping,
It knows when we’re awake,
It knows knows if we’ve been good or bad,
And feeds our secret fears,
Black hooves in snow it treads upon,
Black wool of grease and oil,
Horns stand out like a wicked crown,
And teeth a wicked grin,
In the darkness, something moves,
A thing of horns and teeth,
Our dreams, our fears, the things we know,
But try hard to forget.
~Muninn’s Kiss, December 29, 2013

 

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