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.