Gray Winter Country
Deep in the quiet gray winter country
A tall towering man sharpens a thin
Long knife against a sharp glistening stone
Shadows stalk a scared woman as she runs
Breathless through pine trees her eyes open wide
A crow caws as it flies off a trembling branch
The winter wind wails
The sun slowly sinks
A violent voice calls
The damp darkness deepens
The woman’s lungs gasp
As silver steel slices
The frigid morning sun sears
Leaves crackle on the ground
The icy air screams silence
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