In the world of white, where whittled wonder wanders
On some slick slope, a season sunny saunters.
Close by -
In a big black cave, a beholden beast bereaved
Smells preferred prey; pretty, powerless, and pitied.
Silent through brush; sneaking, scouting, stalking
Taking livid leap, loathing Lycan lopping.
A claw countered -
A beast bested -
A sickening savage sinks to sable
A frightened flower finds fable.
A fatal parting -
A chance meeting -
Result levied from losing one's way
A healing Summer's Winter's day.