Through a frozen forest, translucent terrors dash
Claws of cold fury dig into the brittle earth below
Their eyes are an absolute red, mirroring the blood spilled on snow
Conical canines hang like icicles adorning jaws that shred and slash
Harrowing howls instill upon the villagers a thin layer of chilled fear
The hounds of frost descend into the homes of men, women, and children
Cutting short monotonous lives the so-called “innocents” held so dear