Gnawed by ravenous winter,
A bitten moon
Bleeds white
Into the snow.
Serrated wisps of clouds shred,
Clamping down hard like jaws
Tearing thin, pale flesh.
Crying far into the sky,
Wolf-winds whine through the trees,
Their fangs of cold
Striking and devouring everything
That is too alone.
Still, you trod on this night
Beneath this moon
Slowly eaten away
Inside the freezing winter of time.
You have a home to journey towards.
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