Frost

There is blood in the snow.
Deep, red and thick
Strun across a field of white.
It is warm; the steam rises.
The vapor floods my eyes.

There is blood in the snow.
I am not sure whose
It mixes and mingles.
It cares not; the bodies drain.
The torrents melt the field.

There is blood in the snow.
The cold nips at my soul
My furs should be warm.
But they fail; my life wanes.
Joining the others who have fallen.

There is blood in the snow.
I can no longer stand
Time quickly runs out.
Broken and battered; I join the others.
The lifeless and covered with frost.