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Snow-capped regions, shrouded legions

A flame that burns of purest blue

Moved into the light that shadow rejected

Opaque and still

The lurker`s burning eyes, lidless

The hunter stalks the tracks

His carrion prey

A mere reflection of himself

The beast itself

Was never really living at all

We none of us as we appear

In a polar dusk

The rotting of the day

We were never really living at all

Lone, the hunter starts a fire

Offering carrion to winter gods

The flames reflect upon his eyes

The man is not as he appears

The hunter sheds his mortal husk

To become the raging beast

Whose hour has come at last

And leers at the cold stars above, seething