• In the midst air of the cold wind
    A howl to the moon was heard
    I thought for sure that a brother of mine was in danger

    From a vast distance of space and sky
    I smelled an irony gory smell that was placed upon the white snow
    Having scenes of bloody images coming to mind
    For sure I thought it was just a dream

    In the midst air of the cold wind
    A howl to the moon was heard
    And we mourned for our brother
    As the moon so brightly shined before us

    We cried for our loss
    And the cold wind suddenly blew them away
    With a whistle that said:
    I’m still here…