He was a man of night.

He was a man of fright.

With limbs blood red,

Into moonless sky he fled.

He chained his beasts

And rode them to feasts.

Down black chimneys

And children asleep, at ease.

Black paws curling in silence,

Creeping with dark patience

And with claws raised,

He slashed and snatched.

Innocent blood tainted his bag

And his chariot rose like a flag,

His beasts' thrashing to a rising sun

So this holy day may start crimson.