Across the windswept plain,
The final breaths were drawn.
Upon the frozen river,
The fallen one’s journey came to an end.
That river, cloaked in snow,
Stained crimson now,
Their cries have fallen silent,
The ravens have arrived.
And mothers’ tears streamed freely,
Frozen upon their cheeks.
“When beyond the veil of darkness,
The plains and wilderness entwine,
I remain to face something worse…”