Winter’s Gate, Part 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