The snow glistning in the sun,
no sound in the cold,
The fox lay frozen in the ice,
blood seeping all around,
The fox now lay sleeping,
sleeping in the ice,
sclince in the fading light,
The sun has fadded,
no moon shawn,
though there was light,
'Twas an erie glow,
It's eyes opeaned,
with a demons hatred,
shattring the frosty scilence.
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