Winter's Gate, Pt. 6

Stumbling forward in knee-deep snow
The wind is whipping my face in frozen slashes
Void of direction… void of hope…
I call her name… in the whiteout…
There amidst the raging coldness, I catch her figure
The fear of death is staring at me through her eyes
Through the wind’s howl, a scream now rises
Something moves in the whirl of snow
Creatures born out of winter’s furor
Closing in on us
Through the cave’s mouth, a crack in the stone wall
I’m tearing my way right into the dark
A beast is rending the ground behind me
Kiiling all the light
Hear the grinding… of stone against stone…
I’m crawling deeper… in the dark…