On the edge, I feel a gust of wind splinter
It chills me like an icy hug from Old Man Winter

I see my target now
And to the Gods of frost, I begin a bow

He is my nemesis, a slimy thief
He stole her heart and left me a receipt of grief

She holds his arm, crystal love in her eyes
Beholding this sight, righteous rage starts to fly

I bound towards them, a hateful beast
My hunger for revenge awaiting its feast

I nudge her aside, unwilling for her harm
I look into my enemy’s mind, seeing the oceans of hollow charm

Unto him, I will unleash my pain
The need for catharsis has driven me insane

My love barely manages to scream, “Darling, please!...”
*I severed his throat like swiftest breeze