the snow began to fall, the ground around him turning shades of white and grey
colder colder colder and still he walked, trudged, pushed forth
he could barely see his breath, the sun almost gone
its last rays passing far above his head, missing, the last bits of warmth
he hugs himself tight and keeps moving, one foot, another, another, another
he knows they are still alive, believes, he must, must believe
the point of being, of trusting, of knowing what will happen
she feels trapped alone and scared, he clutches against her trying to comfort
he feels them, he sees them, hears them, crying
its his fault, he shouldn't have stopped watching, just that second, one two three
gone, taken, stolen from him in the dark, always in the dark
its when they come, they can't stand the light
it burns them, tears their souls, their hearts, their minds
it scares them
and he will use it against them, to save them, rescue them
he will save them, he has to