We were one of a kind
We were cut by the same thread
And sewn into the same quilt of winter
We did not know of loneliness
We wandered in the snowy wood
the crunch of the snow
But yet we kept padding forward
Listening to the whispering child of the wind
I remember when it wasn’t this cold
I remember when our pelts were too hot for our skin
I could see the sudden jump of a rabbit
I could hear the still spirit of the trees
Do you? Remember that is
Because I remember running
I remember running but not of that of glee
But of the fear of what was behind
Shouting of a language I have heard only in tales
I could hear the snow yelling louder
Louder as paws so unnatural thundered onward
Your eyes, as blue as thick ice shone in one thing
Pain
I remember seeing the crimson flower losing its petals
Dying the pure snow with a sickening red
I remember seeing that fear die behind your eyes
I also remember my Howl