Horn, horse head, crab

Fury of the deep,
Bright eyes hide a lust for flesh.
Mermacrabicorn.

Foul math of Moloch

Foul math of Moloch
Eats our children. Testing them
In consuming fire.

Cold fingers shifting

Cold fingers shifting
Stiff gears. Cold cheeks facing
Stiff wind. Almost home.

Cold wind whips about

Cold wind whips about
Wandering southward, to warm
And rest its cold soul.