In bitter cold of winter’s frost
Drips the bloody trail of one life lost.
A blizzard came about that day,
When trailing through the mountains high,
Communication lost with his last post
And visibility dropped below an inch,
There was no way back and no way forth
For it had been hours lost in the bitter cold,
Sunken footsteps dragged down his weight
His gait now all but stopped in search
For a place of warmth to rest his bones.
But it was too far off in the blizzard snow
He dropped and fell down to a bed of frost
Life abandoned, or so it seemed,
His movement down to visibilities measure
Just inches now in the cold weather.
And as he struggled and as he moaned
Fortune took an unexpected turn,
A noise behind came trudging through
He turned his head, but then he knew
The wraith of death was on him fast
As the whitened wolf just smiled and laugh.
No need to hunt down his prey today
As here it was a feast outstretched;
In toying fun the wolf approached
This man now feed, no sense of fight
Accepting doom to a wolf’s delight,
Only his eyes reacting in cold.
As the wolf moved in to sniff around
A bare wrist, outstretched was too be found
He grabbed that wrist in voiceless scream,
The drops of blood in one smirks gleam
And as his victim laid out bare
All could he do was turn and stare,
As gnashing teeth, teared through soft flesh
Encouraging prey to its last breath.
While snow beat down in tortured winds
It’s how life ends and life begins
As pups in tail came to consume
A mother’s feast, found in this room,
Of palatial expanse all theirs to know
To roam and play, in youth to grow.
A tale as old as time itself,
Of universe, life taken, life reborn.
One cast to the next, as another starts
Those pups in such grateful thanks
As they move on, his life departs.