Through mist and ice, the bears descend,
Rip through tattered sail, their claws, sharp,
Crunch on wooden beam, the groaning mast,
Eyes black with hunger, empty, wild,
They search the deck for signs of men,
Frozen footprints lead them forward,
Huddled crew hides below, in fear,
No stars to guide them, lost at sea,
The cold bears down, relentless, near,
Teeth gnash, they pry the hatchway loose,
A silent prayer, the ship still creaks,
The end is close, the breath grows thin,
Beasts of the North, with nothing left.