To the caves of Gamsutl

 Mountain frozen world hoarding all shadow
The inhospitable upland woodland 
Haunted by unrecognisable phantoms
Demented wild horses deranged wolves

devouring the light left dripping out between snowfall
The animals morbidly sprint within the blinding darkness
kicking up damp clumps of chunky moss
growling and barking insanely

throwing leaves and moss randomly like bodies falling in a recent war
The crucifix of the crossroads haunts the witness
dressed in several layers of coats as to not freeze to death
hardly able to make out where each road actually goes

some dense fur trees curving perfectly over each trail outward
the sudden neys and barks of berserk horse and wolf
The witness feels underboot the soft soil the snow melted off
Bewildered by the wind and cursed mammals

These mountain crossroads utter harsh and ancient ridicule
appealing to the witnesses' pride taunting him on
The whispers are from words and dialects long dead
yet they conjure visceral visions and impressions

As the horse and wolf merge to form the quasi wendigo
A terrific outcry darkness multiplied itself in the ground
in the canopy of treacherous fur trees
inside the witnesses' heart

He walked on bleakness holding both of his hands
his mind a canvas now painted by the unholy shadow
Dusk surrendered bowed it's last head of light
thus it was decapitated by a brutal night

monsters were once survivors
Now they comb the mountains
None have truly returned from
compounding the curse said to have rested there