Oh bloodied night of brutal feast,
candy cane shaped hatchet
taken out of Santa’s sack,
elves sneaking into house
on earlier eves
to add time released drug
into egg nog and candy
so the occupant would be paralyzed
when St. Nick came visiting on Christmas Eve,
making sure they are alive and can feel,
while he carves up their bodies,
ravishing each woman
with his new vicious glee.
Kris Kringle no longer jolly,
his eyes flaring in red,
as he and his new murderous minions
bring their toys of enchanted death.
Blood stains splattered on walls,
what joy he thus gains
from all the mutilated remains
stalking the ones on his good list,
who get the first thrust
from his psychotic seasonal cheer.
Severed heads taken home as trophies,
where he’ll butcher reindeer
before massacring the elves,
Christmas coming ever since
as somber time of intense mourning
for the few his lives he didn’t kill.
Now the holiday will never be the same
since turned into terror’s memories
after his gruesome rampage
left behind so many claret stains.
Back in his toy shop,
Santa greeted by his wife,
her black pupils so different
still unable to resist her spell,
what a way for the season to change,
when Mrs. Claus
became possessed by succubus, sorceress,
who conjured Jack the Ripper from hell
to give her husband a new festive spirit.
A contest entry
- A Not So Holly Jolly Christmas by Carpe Noctem.
850 points, ended January 7, 16 entries
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Comments
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Only you would write something like this my dear brother. I have to agree with Ryno.. This is freaky, think I will keep this away from my grandbabies for a few more years
great job on the prompt though!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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Wow... I have chills down my back and nightmares in my mind!!! Next Christmas Eve, I doubt I will sleep at all! This is freaky.
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