Poetry competition CLOSED 1st January 2015 1:04am
WINNER
KittyFromHell
KittyFromHell
RUNNERS-UP:
ilovescarystories
and toniscales
Krampus
Puppe
wenig blonde einem für eine Puppe gebetet
in Satin und Spitze kleiden
weben Bändern im seidenes Haar
weiche Küsse auf ihr Porzellan-Gesicht
Ich habe Ihr Wunsch erfüllt
Ihre Puppe in einer Box
sie hat Ihre süßen Augen
und goldenen Locken
Ich mit den Wasserspeiern sitzen
beobachten Sie sie fest wickeln
Verabschieden Sie sich von Ihrem Baby
noch gerboren Weihnachtsnacht
Doll
little blond one prayed for a doll
to dress in satin and lace
weave ribbons in her silken hair
soft kisses on her porcelain face
I've granted your wish
your doll in a box
she has your sweet eyes
and golden locks
I sit with the gargoyles
watching you wrap her tight
Say goodbye to your baby
Still born last Christmas night
wenig blonde einem für eine Puppe gebetet
in Satin und Spitze kleiden
weben Bändern im seidenes Haar
weiche Küsse auf ihr Porzellan-Gesicht
Ich habe Ihr Wunsch erfüllt
Ihre Puppe in einer Box
sie hat Ihre süßen Augen
und goldenen Locken
Ich mit den Wasserspeiern sitzen
beobachten Sie sie fest wickeln
Verabschieden Sie sich von Ihrem Baby
noch gerboren Weihnachtsnacht
Doll
little blond one prayed for a doll
to dress in satin and lace
weave ribbons in her silken hair
soft kisses on her porcelain face
I've granted your wish
your doll in a box
she has your sweet eyes
and golden locks
I sit with the gargoyles
watching you wrap her tight
Say goodbye to your baby
Still born last Christmas night
Letter to Krampus from a Thirteen Year-old Victorian Prostitute on Christmas Eve
I yearn for you, sweet Krampus,
for your hands with their scaly skin.
I want them roaming over my body,
please absolve me of this sin.
For tasting of sensual pleasures forbidden,
the wanton ways of the flesh.
Oh, pure Santa, he has forsaken me,
oh, me he doth detest.
I am only thirteen but have opened my legs
for the drop of coin in my purse.
It is Christmas, oh my horned god of night
please drive me away in your hearse.
He will wreathe me with blackened holly,
rub his bent nose in my breasts.
He'll love me to death under the Christmas tree
as I slip into infinity's rest.
I yearn for you, sweet Krampus,
for your hands with their scaly skin.
I want them roaming over my body,
please absolve me of this sin.
For tasting of sensual pleasures forbidden,
the wanton ways of the flesh.
Oh, pure Santa, he has forsaken me,
oh, me he doth detest.
I am only thirteen but have opened my legs
for the drop of coin in my purse.
It is Christmas, oh my horned god of night
please drive me away in your hearse.
He will wreathe me with blackened holly,
rub his bent nose in my breasts.
He'll love me to death under the Christmas tree
as I slip into infinity's rest.
Wasn't this a cool completion? Thanks SirCreepy.
And I want to thank Kitty and the rest of you for spoiling Xmas for me forever. From here on out, every Christmas Eve, I'll go to bed in fear that Krumpus is coming to get me.
Shame, shame, shame.
And I want to thank Kitty and the rest of you for spoiling Xmas for me forever. From here on out, every Christmas Eve, I'll go to bed in fear that Krumpus is coming to get me.
Shame, shame, shame.
snugglebuck said:Wasn't this a cool completion? Thanks SirCreepy.
And I want to thank Kitty and the rest of you for spoiling Xmas for me forever. From here on out, every Christmas Eve, I'll go to bed in fear that Krumpus is coming to get me.
Shame, shame, shame.
You have only to fear if you're naughty... you're welcome
And I want to thank Kitty and the rest of you for spoiling Xmas for me forever. From here on out, every Christmas Eve, I'll go to bed in fear that Krumpus is coming to get me.
Shame, shame, shame.
You have only to fear if you're naughty... you're welcome
