Krampus with his daughter

At first, thought the Krampus, "I'll hunt her, I'll snare,

The demoness with her pink flowing hair."

With hooves and with horns, his fury ablaze,

He chased her through shadows, through moonlit haze.

 

But she only laughed, a whisper, a tease,

Drawing him deeper through frost-laden trees.

The moon hung red, the forest held tight,

And soon he forgot his reason that night.

 

The hunt turned to dance, a game, a chance,

And his fierce pursuit became her romance.

Winter passed on, spring softly arose,

And with it, a secret began to disclose.

 

Nine months later, ‘neath storms in the skies,

A little one came with laughter and cries.

A baby with horns, with charm so sweet,

The demoness proud, and Krampus—defeat!

 

"I thought I was hunting, but now I can see,

A father, a daughter, that’s what’s come to be.

Together we’ll wander, hand in clawed hand,

A Krampus who found love in this snowy land."

Done