White Tomb of a Whispering Forest - Drowning the Light

Footprints entrenched deep in the snow

The winds howl and the forest whispers

Dark shadows dance across the white ground

As the bitter winter takes its tole

Echoes through the trees from the night dwellers

The silence of death approaches

Clawing at the bark… Falling to his knees

Nothing to hear his pain but the forest itself

The night air filled with sweet agony

Bloodshot eyes darting rapidly for any threat or foe

None to be seen, but he felt the presence

Back to his feet… His heart pounding…

In his weakened state he still fights

The further he goes the thicker the snow

Glaring yellow eyes from the dark cracks in the woods

Howls in the distance… Howls of hunger

They can smell the fatigue.

They can sense the loss

His feet collapse from beneath

Sense starts to fade in this white tomb

Slowly his eyes close as the cold takes over

Eternal life through death

With no regrets

He was not a god fearing man

Nor a fake idol worshipping man

He lived in the same way manner he died…

Bitter, cold and nurelenting

And now he is no more