Pull your jacket closer,
keep on walking by,
shake your head and wonder,
why fire blots the sky.

A shriek will follow you home,
echoing from street to street,
as you ignore the icy wind,
and frost beneath your feet.

Hairs prick up,

upon your pale skin,
as breath blows across your throat,
and stabs you like a pin.

A whimper leaves your vocals,
ringing out in yelp,
something is upon you now,
making you scream for help.

Slowly darkness dawns,
robbing you of sight,
your breath leaves your body,
rewarding you with fright.

No longer can you feel him,
against your clothing deaf,
but see him from above,
delivering you unto death.