• As I walk across the snow
    Their blood drips from my blades
    The taste of traitor’s skin stains my tongue
    Their bodies will disappear from this icy world
    Their mouths forever frozen in fear
    No sound escaping for the rest of time
    No sound . . . . . . . and yet their screams will forever echo in my mind
    Joining the others in a infinite chorus that wanes away my sanity




    Now I wait buried in the snow for the new voices to add to the fearful song. . .