Cold Ones

I do not own picture. Using poetry to come up with story ideas based on whats liked.

Shrieks fill the cold air,

Somewhere among snow.

Carried by the wind,

Pain, Hate, loss, and fear.

Travelling broken,

They hunger for all but one.

Never satisfied, 

Winter cold holds dear.

The key to the soul,

Ever present within sight.

However shunned,

for ignorant bliss.

Watched by one,

Offering all salvation.

Shrieks respond in kind,

trapped within cold.