Cold
The ice hugs the tree
as the birds sing their song
dogs howl
muzzles raised
a shadow in the sky.
Screams ring through the air
the sour smell of blood
rivers run red
and blood turns cold.
Huddled down
tears streaming
cover your ears
turn from the fallen
turn from the fear.
Risen now
alone forever
a raven among the dead
spread your wings
fly away
from this damned land.
