A game in the winter

On the snow, blood stained footsteps
A perceivable trail to whose fear reeks
With sore legs and keeps faint breaths
That I may not gash another on her cheeks

You are the sheep devoured by the billow
From the soil to the sky I shall be on the watch
For I am more than a sinister fellow
With you trapped forever in my hutch

I see you and I love the way you hide
It is playful as a child’s little game
With a twist, let you be the one on a ride
When I find you I shall do more than maim

In this log house of mine I have a set of tools
For many more games such as your amputation
Since your arms are jewels only left by fools
And the rest for my personal gratification

I love how your lips tremble
I love how you are in pain of this fire
Your whole body presenting a suffering ensemble
As your wounds are lacerations so dire

Scream again! It will be your last!
Remember how you tried to escape me so
Bring me to the point of ecstasy so swift and fast!
With the moans of your dying breath you pitiful doe.