Sleep, little one, where nightmares breathe, Your skin will peel, your bones will seethe, The Yule log whispers with tongues of stone, Where every scream becomes a home.

Soft flesh dissolves in embers bright, Your innocence—a delicate bite, Krampus learns how children taste, When Christmas becomes a feeding waste.

The hearth remembers each trembling breath, Your childhood becomes a dance with death, No salvation in these burning eyes, Just hunger that eternally cries.

Drip of blood, crack of spine, Where festive moments slowly decline, The wood remembers every pain, And after this fire, nothing shall remain.

Originally created December 2023. Dimensions: 11,264 x 6,656