Clear Ice Shard
marked with the blood of woe
Sins have been conducted
and are visible in the snow

Trail on the path
footsteps in the snow covered mud
A body is being dragged
and follows tracks of blood

Into the frozen forest
and far out of sight
Further the capter drags you
in the darkest of night

Past the rugged shrubs
and on beyond the snowy rocks
Besides a smoking campfire
does he the body drops

Ponder and wonder
to what will now follow
Bring he forth a trunk
contents which are hollow

And in this cold night
motionless the body cannot speak
But frighten the capter
as he hears a vile screech

As the crows surround
gazing upon the ****** pile
Attracted they are
to a stench so vile

Words muttered
and a blunt knife
Searing through a body
that recently contained life

In the cold night
his catch no longer warm
Torn and shredded into pieces
As winds turn to storm

Nails black and red
blood soaked skin
A unshaven beard
and the smell of gin

Bones fill the ground
and mark the den of the beast
As another is consumed
and you have become part of the cannibals feast