Cold Unknown

Stepping out into the night,
air freezing my lungs,
a pale moon the only light,
cold breath drying my tongue.

Winter darkness holding tight,
like the iron grip around the heart,
no adrenaline to give me flight,
lips moving but no words part.

The world is a frozen white,
old friends now ashes and dust,
to emulate a wholesome knight,
but new faces are hard to trust.

The Cold Unknown is just might,
take my hand and lead me fair,
or it might twist my soul so tight,
as I feel the wolf's teeth and hair.

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A poem to be implemented in a novel I am working on