A/N: What can I say? This is what happens when I fall asleep in front of Doomsday.
Arctic pain
Cold, you run in the snow
Her howls echo in your ears
Cold, you feel salt-sorrow freeze on your cheek
Somewhere, the storm is building
Clear, the day was once
The snap of the trap on her leg
Clear, you can think and feel and it rubs raw
The steel teeth are making you both bleed
Grey, the skies above you are
The winter's coming; time to go
Grey, is all you can see forever now
The trees and building and sun
Gold, the spark of power in navy eyes
Deep creamy fur, glowing bright
Gold, swirling sweeping in you mind
Dulled by memory but blinding as stars
Cold, he runs in the snow
Her howls echoing in his ear
Cold, steel teeth snap on her leg
The pain of seperation rubs both raw
A/N: Look at the poor purple button down there
Give it a click, to show that you care.