Night falls almost as quietly as the snow,
through the winters cold,
the still piercing eyes seem to follow me,
almost as to seem inching closer with every step i take.
This feeling is unshakable,
it's almost unsettling,
walking through the storm of ice,
I seem to slow my pace.
The night is now suffocating,
facing all before,
I feel now is the time to ravage in my,