Oh the frozen valley between
the snow weighted evergreens
Conifers that nest the stubborn crow
The expanses over the gray high and low
It scares the sullen heart from under
That might call home in the summer
The tragic end to many who enter on a whim
Never to surface and embrace living again
A life like grin scribbled on a snowman
The wendigo present is seen by no man
Hunger of a hundred ghosts cursed by mammon
Into one infected animal plagued by cold and famine
It's true purpose is to devour alone
It's screech and its cracking bones
moving like a long limbed Phantom bird
Violence in it's alarming grim call heard
Dark disorientation falls in the thick of wilderness
something assembles itself out of nothingness
reaches through branches and logs with persistance
seething in sinister animation subsistence
Seeking whatever living things still occupy
Or hide within the exhausted forested floor
the dark mess abandoned to the frozen silence
Energy of greed consumption in violence
It hunts at night trespassing on the holy
Gaunt staring into spring losing it's form slowly
Unable to bear the next season swallowed by the thaw
The warmth once desired doesn't sustain it anymore
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