Frozen
Eve
C. Walker
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
No,
I have not heard the wolf yet howl
Nor
the owl hoot, nor the bobcat scowl
Just
silence on this gnawing, wintry day
Just
silence down the mountain, cold and grey.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
Cavernous
awaits the weary terrain
Empty
like how stomach loves to drain
Deprived
of any food at all, I starve
Lo,
this horrid hunger sets to carve.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
Sitting,
curled up by the cabin fire
As
the nighttime ticks, my plight grows dire
My
racing mind ensnares a morbid thought
And
as it swells within, I soon am caught.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
Moon
here blistering the inky sky
Where
below I hear that piquant cry
Quickly,
I arise and run to see
If
my horrid dreams have come to be.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
So
opening the door releases numbing gust
And
peering out across the frosty dust
Awaits
a poor old soul who has collapsed
Oh,
his life has just about elapsed!
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
I
crawl out in that chilling, killing cold
Reaching
for that man, for sins untold
But
as my body urges me along
I
perk up to a noise, a whistling song.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
And
whistles carry, splicing through the air
But
this is not the wind, by this I swear
I
peer up from the ground, I look about
“Wen-”
I start to say, but am cut out.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
It
stands among the trees, a bony spire
Gaunt
with skin like splotchy, drying mire
Twice
as tall at least, with deep set eyes
“Di-”
I rise to say, but then it cries.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
And
here I lay, frozen in my path
Of
tasting human flesh, impeded by the wrath
Of
something no man ever wants to see
“Go”
I say, but now begins the spree.
Aye,
this is a frozen eve
Where
many lost and weary come to die
So
if you cannibals do hear that cry
Know
this: there is naught that one can do
For
Wendigo is bounding there to you.
