Krampus speaks from the Great In-Between.
Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read.
Salute.
Love and loneliness
Unspoken kept secret daydreams of romance
True love and broken hearts
Shall have no reunion
But instead
Like fettered beasts to the emotional slaughter-house
They will stare foolishly into the distance
As they are abandoned after being beautifully viscerally persecuted
Pleading for hope in the low hours and a new loving 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 more so at Christmas
Swimming half-naked in pools of hate and self-judgement
Shall become as one
As they hear my approaching black and green bells
Under the watchful gaze of my cosmic gun
Love and loneliness
Sadness and pain
Will be their everlasting daylight
In their soul's window panes as it yells
My silver mistress
Mother Moon
Will seal their fate
On the first strike of the twenty-fifth
When are presents are sent out to be received
So to the spiteful and jealous
The hateful and cruel
Who love to deceive
You better pray to change your ways
Before Christmas Eve
Or I'll be visiting
Handing out dark presents to make your heartache
When pure jealousy and pain interweave
With no hope of love or any reprieve
Copyright John Duffy