The footsteps in the snow this winter are heavy—

Giant ovals dragged through powdery white.

I will stalk them forever,

Follow monsters through the night.

Weaving through the woods, a sharpened quiver –

An arrow cut and carved from fallen pines.

Every step will send a shiver

Through this set of narrow spines.

Darkness shows to me they’re searching,

Hunger lets me hear them howl.

This I promise you: retributions due.

I will slaughter everything I see

‘til I meet thee.