I'm walking in the snow
My feet crunch the earth
It echos through the trail
Every spruce repeats the sound
I am not alone
My breath creates a haze
Streetlights flicker and die
My legs are turning numb
I hear myself 10 paces behind
I am not alone
White Winter Boreal, her spirit beside me
What can I offer her to prove, that I am a friend
What witches have we loved in these woods?
What witches have we loved in these woods?
What witches have we burned in these woods?
What witches have we lost