This arctic wilderness
The perfect retreat
Where the rifle is the law
Sharp inclines and majestic spires
Mangled corpses meet an ice cold funeral
Bodies preserved by frigid winds
Dotting the landscape
And he sits perched
Patient, inhuman
Waiting out survivors
Poised for the kill
Evergreens sway in the icy air
Silence unmatched at this End of the Earth
A glacial gleam in the light of a rising moon
Scarlet streaks in pure white snow
And imposing stones
where hides those remaining
They’ve been hiding for hours
And night approaches
The sub-zero grip of death is tightening
One moves
One shot
One kill
A barrage of echoes
A new frozen corpse
to populate the wasteland
Under a sky gray as a gravestone

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