...In The Mist

Slow my feet are

frozen their veins

still closing helplessly afar

waking the creatures within

I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep

eternally under those cold woods

as my fall brings then

shadows of their wings as howling their

pleads wounded, I lay on ground

listening their needs

It's dark and cold

and they fly slowly

the way they were told.

To feast mine fleshly dreaming.

And they know surely,

they raped mine soul.