Snow crackling beneath my feet
like stepping on dry bones.
A slippery playground
Of cold, dead earth;
I feel so far from home.
The wind howls its eerie lament
It gnaws at my face;
a hungry fiend with hands
as cold as Death’s embrace.
Each step brings me farther and farther;
yet sets my teeth on edge.
My journey seems never ending;
as the frost bites at my flesh.
No spring, nor summer shall I meet again;
For the cold wind howls my name.
The beast rages forth.
There’s no turning back.
I fear my time hath came.
It wraps its hands
around my neck
and takes my breath away.
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