Cryptids, Kaiju & Creeps: The Wicked List by Philip Grippi

Crystals fall slowly

through rigid black night

His time is near

His schedule tight

Stone walls time worn

‘Neath moons incandescence

Stands resolute,

this house of penance

The guilty in their chains

Chains Forged in sin

Lie restless and waiting

For his night to begin

In the dark they dance

His helping hell sprites

Singing voices like bells

They Ring through the night

The air has a heart

And it beats like drum

Staccato beats signal

the sprites as they come

And then comes their master

Long in stance, hoof to horn

In the chilled winter night

Stands the beast, winterborn

Prongs slick with blood

fur matted with soot

There’s no time to waste

His work is afoot

Like a twisted fool at play

He sets his stages

Sets down to work

on men in cages

Cross grey stone walls

Sprays red slick and bright

Following screams that buzz in the night

The air is alive

With his song

Oh what bliss

Another name gone

Off Krampus’ list