Cold Butcher

 

©1993 by Steve Macdonald

 

Cold wind howls
Across the tundra, hard and bleak.
It cuts through to the bone
And makes your body weak.
The Hunt is all
You must feed or soon you'll die.
Famine drives you on
You soon stop asking why.
Cold pierces skin
Hunger aches in bone
I am the answer
I am the Night

Fear me!
For I'll chill you to the bone.
Freeze now!
For I'll turn your heart to stone.
Touch me-
And I'll kill and take your form-
Wendigo.

Heart of ice
Soul of snow and hunger.
You could become me
Starvation breeds my kind.
Strength of storm
I'll murder and then drink your soul.
Anger fiery cold
The Terror grips your mind.
Sweet ffreezing warm
Power in the cold
I am the answer
I am the Night-

Fear me!
For I'll chill you to the bone.
Freeze now!
For I'll turn your heart to stone.
Touch me-
And I'll kill and take your form-
Wendigo.

Freezing winds howl
Soul of snow and hunger
Cold cuts to the bone
Starvation breeds my kind
Strength of storm
I'll murder and then drink your soul
You could become me
When your soul exists in cold.
Sweet ffreezing warm
Power in the cold
I am the answer
I am the Night

Fear me!
For I'll chill you to the bone.
Freeze now!
For I'll turn your heart to stone.
Touch me-
And I'll kill and take your form-
Wendigo.



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Copyright ©2003 Steve Macdonald