Winter's Gate, Pt. 6

Stumbling forward,

in knee-deep snow.

The wind is whipping,

my face in frozen slashes.

Void of direction,

void of hope.

I call her name,

in the whiteout.

There amidst the raging coldness,

I catch her figure.

The fear of death is staring,

at me through her eyes.

Through the wind’s howl,

a scream now rises.

Something moves in the whirl of snow,

creatures born out of winter’s furor.

Closing in on us!

Through the cave’s mouth,

a crack in the stone wall

I’m tearing my way,

right into the dark.

A beast is rending,

the ground behind me.

Killing all the light!

Hear the grinding,

of stone against stone.

I’m crawling deeper,

in the dark.